Appreciate this by reading along as Muireanne nic Amhlaoihbh does wonders with this air.
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As artists are wont to do, she has varied her lyrics a tad from those printed here.
They fought for old Ireland...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVfjqsNpW7AThe Fenian Rising of 1867 was a rebellion against British rule in Ireland, organized by the Irish Republican Brotherhood. A contributing factor to the rising was strong resentment at the continuing negative social effects of Britain's lackadaisical response to the Great Famine of two decades past. The revolution was easily suppressed.
'Twas down by the glen side, I met an old woman
A-plucking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian 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, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glen side sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved dear old Ireland, to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
Some died by the glen side, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they fought for 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, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
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