Story Behind The Song
Irish song of loss to war.
Song Description
Hearing an old woman singing about the life and the loss of young men to wars. How sometimes we can be surprised at how long memory and remembering can be.
| Song Length |
5:04 |
Genre |
World - Celtic, Folk - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving, Poignant |
Subject |
Pride, Hero |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1800 - 1899 |
Lyrics
Down by the Glenside
'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened awhile to 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 and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
and wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
But they loved old Ireland and they 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
for we may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O. to the bold Fenian men.
'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened awhile to song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O to the bold Fenian men
Traditional
Arrangement: Joe Podlesney
Lead Vocal: Delta Burnett Reed
Guitars: Joe Podlesney
Bass:Joe Podlesney
Keyboard: Joe Podlesney