Bold Fenian Men
I have been told that this song is an epilogue to "Rising of the Moon" set about 50 years after that unsuccessful rebellion.   Performance note:  Don't play this too close to "If I Was A Blackbird" because the tunes are similar.

Dm                            Am
'Twas down by the glenside,
    Dm           Am
I met an old woman,
     Dm                    Am
A'plucking young nettles,
        Dm                 Am
Nor thought I was coming;
   Dm            Bb
I listened awhile
             Dm                  Am
To the song she was humming,
          Dm          F             Dm        Am  Dm
"Glory O, glory O, to the Bold Fenian men!"

Dm                 Am
'Tis fifty long years
             Dm                    Am
Since I saw the moon beaming
         Dm                Am
And strong manly forms,
          Dm                     Am
Their eyes with hope gleaming
  Dm              Bb
I see them again
                       Dm                Am
Sure, through all my days dreaming,
          Dm          F             Dm        Am  Dm
"Glory O, glory O, to the Bold Fenian men!"

Dm                    Am
When I was a colleen
            Dm                 Am
Their marching and drilling
    Dm              Am
Awoke by the glenside
               Dm                  Am
Sounds awesome and thrilling
               Dm                  Bb
But they loved dear old Ireland
            Dm                 Am
And to die they were willing
          Dm          F             Dm        Am  Dm
"Glory O, glory O, to the Bold Fenian men!"

            Dm              Am
Some died by the glenside
            Dm              Am
Some died amid strangers,
         Dm                   Am
And wise man have told us
          Dm                 Am
Their cause was a failure;
               Dm                  Bb
But they stood by dear Ireland
         Dm                Am
And never feared danger,
          Dm          F             Dm        Am  Dm
"Glory O, glory O, to the Bold Fenian men!"

Dm                     Am
I passed on my way,
                Dm               Am
God be praised that I met her,
     Dm              Am
Be life long or short
            Dm       Am
I shall never forget her;
       Dm                      Bb
We may have great men,
                Dm             Am
But we'll never have better.
          Dm          F             Dm        Am  Dm
"Glory O, glory O, to the Bold Fenian men!"
 

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