Wind that Shakes the Barley (Air)

Notation: traditional
PDF Files: Irish

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I sat within a valley green
Sat there with my true love
My fond heart strove to choose between
The old love and the new love.
The old for her, the new that made
Me think on Ireland dearly,
While soft the wind blew down the glen
And shook the golden barley.

Twas hard the mournful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men"
While soft winds shook the barley.

Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging.
The foeman's shot rang on our ears
Come out the wildwood ringing.
The bullet pierced my true love's breast
In life's young spring so early
And in my arms in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.

I bore her to some mountain stream
And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green
About her gore-stained bosom.
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse
Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft winds shook the barley.

Tis blood for blood without remorse
I've taken at Oulart Hollow.
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where mine full soon may follow.
Around her grave I wonder drear
Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.

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