The Wind That Shakes The Barley
I sat within the valley greenI sat me with my true love.My sad heart strove the two betweenThe old love and the new love.The old for her the newThat made me think on Ireland dearly.While soft the wind blew down the gladeAnd shook the golden barley.
T'was hard the woeful words to frameTo break the ties that bound us.But harder still to share the painOf foreign chains around us.And so I said the mountain glenI'll meet at morning early.And I'll join the bold united menWhile soft winds shook the barley.
T'was sad I kissed away her tearsMy fond arm round her flinging.When a foe, man's shot burst on our earsFrom out the wild woods ringing.A bullet pierced my true love's sideIn life's young spring so early.And on my breast in blood she diedWhile soft winds shook the barley.
But blood for blood without remorseI've ta'en at Oulart Hollow.I've lain my true love's clay like corpseWhere I full soon must follow.Around her grave I've wandered drearNoon, night, and morning early.With breaking heart when e'er I hearThe wind that shakes the barley.