[00:00.000] 作曲 : Peadar Kearney
[00:04.553]It was down by the glenside, I met an old woman
[00:12.141]A-picking young nettles, and she ne’er saw me coming
[00:19.619]I listened a while to the song she was humming
[00:25.592]Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
[00:35.682]It's fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin'
[00:43.186]On strong manly forms, and eyes with hope gleaming
[00:50.548]I see them again, in all my sad dreaming
[00:56.709]Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men.
[01:06.786]When I was a young girl, their marchin' and drilling'
[01:14.296]Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrillin'
[01:21.693]They loved dear old Ireland, and to die they were willing
[01:27.628]Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men.
[02:08.717]Some died by the hillside, some died near a stranger
[02:16.213]And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
[02:23.600]But they fought for old Ireland, they never feared danger
[02:29.292]Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
[02:39.916]I pass on my way, God be praised that I met her
[02:47.379]Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
[02:54.545]We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
[03:00.486]Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
[03:10.920]It was down by the glenside, I met an old woman
[03:18.331]A-picking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming
[03:25.795]I listened a while to the song she was humming
[03:31.812]Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
[03:41.661]Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men

作曲 : Peadar Kearney
It was down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-picking young nettles, and she ne’er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
It's fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin'
On strong manly forms, and eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, in all my sad dreaming
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men.
When I was a young girl, their marchin' and drilling'
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrillin'
They loved dear old Ireland, and to die they were willing
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men.
Some died by the hillside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they fought for old Ireland, they never feared danger
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
I pass on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
It was down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-picking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men