The Wind That Shakes the Barley

I sat within the valley green

I sat me with my true love

My sad heart strove the two between

The old love and the new love

The old for her the new

That made me think of Ireland dearly

While the soft wind blew down the glade

And shook the golden barley

T'was hard, the woeful words to frame

To break the ties that bound us

And harder still to bear the shame

Of foreign chains around us

And so I said the mountain glen

I'll meet at morning early

And I'll join the bold united men

While soft winds shook the barley

T'was sad, I kissed away her tears

My fond arm 'round her flinging

When a foe, man's shot [Incomprehensible] our ears

From out the wild woods ringing

A bullet pierced my true love's side

In life's young spring so early

And on my breast, in blood she died

While soft winds shook the barley

But blood for blood without remorse

I've ta'en to her hollow

I've lain my true love's clay-like corpse

Where I'll fall soon, must follow

Around her grave I've wandered drear

In night and morning early

With breaking heart when e'er I hear

The wind that shakes the barley