Letra de Bold fenian men

Twas down by the glenside i spied an old woman
she was pluckin' young nettles and she scarce saw me comin'
i listened a while to the song she was hummin'
glory o glory o to our bold fenian men
Tis sixteen long years since i saw the moon beamin'
on strong manly forms and their eyes were not gleamin'
i see them all now, sure in all my daydreamin'
glory o glory o to our bold fenian men
Some died on the hillside, some died with a stranger
and wise men have judged that their cause was a failure
they fought for their freedom and they never feared danger
glory o glory o to our bold fenian men
I passed on my way, thanks to god that i met her
be life long or short, sure i'll never forget her
there may have been brave men but they'll never be better
glory o glory o to our bold fenian men