Judy Collins - Bold fenian men

'Twas ^Amdown by the ^Gglenside, I ^Ammet an old ^Cwoman A-^Amplucking young ^Cnettles, nor ^Amsaw I was ^Ccoming I ^Amlistened a^Fwhile to the ^Dsong she was ^Ghumming Glory ^AmO, Glory ^EmO, to the bold ^FFen^Gian ^Ammen

'Tis fifty long ^Gyears since I ^Amsaw the moon ^Cbeaming And ^Amstrong manly ^Cforms, and their ^Ameyes with hope ^Cgleaming I ^Amsee them a^Fgain, sure, through ^Dall my days ^Gdreaming Glory ^AmO, Glory ^EmO, to the bold ^FFen^Gian ^Ammen

When I was a ^Gcolleen, their ^Ammarching and ^Cdrilling A^Amwoke by the ^Cglenside, sounds ^Amawesome and ^Cthrilling But they ^Amloved dear old ^FIreland, and to ^Ddie they were ^Gwilling Glory ^AmO, Glory ^EmO, to the bold ^FFen^Gian ^Ammen

Some died by the ^Gglenside, some ^Amdied amid ^Cstrangers And ^Amwise men have ^Ctold us their ^Amcause was a ^Cfailure But they ^Amstood by old ^FIreland and ^Dnever feared ^Gdanger Glory ^AmO, Glory ^EmO, to the bold ^FFen^Gian ^Ammen

I passed on my ^Gway, god be ^Ampraised that I ^Cmet her Be ^Amlife long or ^Cshort, I shall ^Amnever for^Cget her And we ^Ammay have great ^Fmen, but we'll ^Dnever have ^Gbetter Glory ^AmO, Glory ^EmO, to the bold ^FFen^Gian ^Ammen