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      Am          G           Am         C
'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
  Am             C            Am        C
A-plucking young nettles, nor saw I was coming
  Am        F            D            G
I listened awhile to the song she was humming
      Am       Em             F  G   Am
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

[Verse]
                G             Am           C
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
    Am           C                Am             C
And strong manly forms, and their eyes with hope gleaming
  Am        F                   D           G
I see them again, sure, through all my days dreaming
      Am       Em             F  G   Am
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

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             G              Am           C
When I was a colleen, their marching and drilling
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Awoke by the glenside, sounds awesome and thrilling
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But they loved dear old Ireland, and to die they were willing
      Am       Em             F  G   Am
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

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                 G              Am        C
Some died by the glenside, some died amid strangers
    Am            C             Am          C
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
         Am           F           D            G
But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger
      Am       Em             F  G   Am
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

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               G           Am             C
I passed on my way, god be praised that I met her
   Am           C              Am       C
Be life long or short, I shall never forget her
       Am             F              D          G
And we may have great men, but we'll never have better
      Am       Em             F  G   Am
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men