The Dubliners - Down by the Glenside | Текст песни

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• Down by the Glenside

T'was down by the Glenside, I met an old woman
A plucking young nettles, she n'er saw me coming.
I listened awhile to the song she was humming.
Glory-o, Glory-o to the bold Feninan men.

There’s fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming,
On strong manly forms, and the eyes with hope gleaming.
I see them again sure trough, all my sad dreaming.
Glory-o, Glory-o to our bold fenian men.

When I was a young man, their marching and drilling,
Awoke in the Glenside sounds awesome and thrilling.
They loved poor old Ireland and to die they were willing!
Glory-o, Glory-o to the bold Fenian men..

Some died by the Glenside, some died mid the stranger
And wise men have told us, their cause was a failure.
But they loved their old Ireland, and never feared danger.
Glory-o, Glory-o to the bold Fenian men.

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her,
Be life long or short, I will never forget her.
We may have had brave men, but we'll never have better.
Glory-o, Glory-o, to the bold Fenian men