From the recording Wind That Shakes The Barley
Lyrics
Traditional
I sat within a valley green, I sat me with my true love
My sad heart caught between, the old love and the new love
The old for her the new, that made me think on Ireland dearly
As soft the wind blew down the glen, and shook the golden barley
‘Twas hard the woeful words to frame, ‘twas worse the tie 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 it morning early
And join the bold United Men, when soft wind shakes the barley
As sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms around her flinging
The foeman’s shot burst on our ears, from out the wild wood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love’s side, in life’s young spring so early
And on my breast in blood she died, when soft wind shakes the barley
The blood for blood without remorse, I’ve taken to Oulard’s Hollow
I laid my true love’s clay cold corpse, where I full soon will follow
And ‘round her grave I wander still, in night and morning early
With a breaking heart each time I hear, the wind that shakes the barley