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'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman |
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A plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming |
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I listened a while to the song she was humming |
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Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men |
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It's fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin' |
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On strong manly force, their eyes with hope gleamin' |
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I see them again through all my sad dreamin' |
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Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men |
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Some died by the hillside, some died with the stranger |
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And wise men have told us their cause was a failure |
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But they loved their old Ireland and they never feared danger |
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Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men |
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I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her |
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Be life long or short, I will never forget her |
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We may have brave men but we'll never have better |
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Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men |
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'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman |
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A plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming |
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I listened a while to the song she was humming |
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Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men |
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