The Wind, that shakes the barley

The Wind ,That Shakes the Barley -Alizbar /Ann'Sannat

I sat within a valley green

I sat there with my true love

I sat heart strove to choose between

Me old love and the new love

The old for her

The new that made

Me think on Ireland dearly

And soft the wind blew down the glade

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 wind shook the barley

'Twas sad I kissed away her tears

Her arms around me clinging

When to my ears that fateful shot

Came out the wild wood ringing

The bullet pierced my true love's breast

In life's young spring so early

And there my breast upon she died

While soft wind 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 over vale and valley

My vengeance on the foe to wreak

While soft wind shook the barley

'Twas blood for blood without remorse

I took at Hollow Oulart

I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse

Where mine full soon may follow

Around her grave I wondered drear

Noon night and morning early

With aching heart when ever I hear

The wind that shakes the barley