Glory O, To Our Bold Fenian Men – lyrics and chords

The lyrics of Glory O, to our Bold Fenian Men are a tribute to the Irish nationalists that were willing to die fighting for the independence of Ireland. The chords are below in the chords of D minor. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys.

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Dm 
A down by the  
Am 
glenside, I  
Dm 
met an old  
Am 
woman
 
Dm 
A-plucking young  
Am 
nettles, nor  
Dm 
saw I was  
Am 
coming,
 
I  
Dm 
listened a  
Am 
while to the  
Dm 
song she was  
C 
humming
 
Glory  
Dm 
O, Glory  
C 
O, to the  
Dm 
bold 
 
 
C 
Fenian 
 
 
Dm 
men.

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‘Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, through all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a girl, their marching and drilling
Awake in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved poor old Ireland, 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 stood by 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 my life long or short, sure I’ll never forget her,
We may have good men, but we’ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Glory O, To Our Bold Fenian Men lyrics and chords print version

[Dm]A down by the [Am]glenside, I [Dm]met an old [Am]woman
[Dm]A-plucking young [Am]nettles, nor [Dm]saw I was [Am]coming,
I [Dm]listened a [Am]while to the [Dm]song she was [C]humming
Glory [Dm]O, Glory [C]O, to the [Dm] bold [C] Fenian [Dm] men.

‘Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, through all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a girl, their marching and drilling
Awake in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved poor old Ireland, 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 stood by 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 my life long or short, sure I’ll never forget her,
We may have good men, but we’ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

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