The Wind That Shakes the Barley

The Wind That Shakes the Barley - The Clancy Brothers/Tommy Makem

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 soft the wind blew down

The glen and shook the golden barley

'Twas hard the woeful 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 bold united men while

Soft winds shake the barley

While sad I kissed away her tears

My fond arms round her flinging

The foeman's shot burst on our ears

From out the wildwood 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 taken at Oulart Hollow

And laid my true love's clay cold corpse

Where I full soon may follow

As round her grave I wander drear

Noon night and morning early

With breaking heart when e'er I hear

The wind that shakes the barley