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 on Ireland dearly

While the soft wind blew down the glen

And it shook the golden barley

T'was hard the woeful words to frame

T'was worse the tide 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 bold united men

While soft wind shakes the barley

While sad I kissed away her tears

My fond arms 'round her flinging

When a foe man's shot burst on our ears

From out the wild wood ringing

And 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 wind shakes the barley

And blood for blood without remorse

I've taken at oulart hollow

I've lain my true love's clay full corpse

Where I full soon will follow

Around her grave I've wandered drear

Noon, night, and morning early

With a breaking heart when ever I hear

The wind that shakes the barley