Текст песни Omnia The Bold Fenian Men

'Twas down by the glenside, 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 many long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I'll see them again, through all my sad dreams
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died by the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
But they loved their old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, Gods 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

Текст добавил Jetboy 19.4.2017 23:20

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