Il testo della Bold fenian men

Judy Collins

Data di rilascio : 01/06/2012

Durata : 0:02:45

Stile : Singer/Songwriter

'twas down by the glenside, i spied an old woman
She was plucking young nettles, she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory o, glory o to our bold fenian men

'tis sixteen long years since i saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes were hot gleaming
I see them on a, sure, in all my daydreaming
Glory o, glory o to our bold fenian men

Some died on the hillside, some died with a stranger
And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure
They fought for their freedom and they never feared danger
Glory o, glory o to our bold fenian men

I passed on my way, thanks to god that i met her
Be life long or short sure i'll never forget her
There may have been brave men but they'll never be better
Glory o, glory o to our bold fenian men