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[Dm]I sat with[Gm]in a[Dm] valley[Am green
[Dm]Sat there[C] with my[Dm] true love
And my fond heart[Gm] strove
to[Dm] choose be[Am]tween
The[Dm] old love[C] and the[Dm] new love
The old for her, the[C] new that made
Me[Bb] think
on Ireland[Am] dearly
While[Dm] soft the[Gm] wind blew[Dm] down the[Am] glade
And[Dm] shook the[C] golden[Dm] barley
Twas
hard the mournful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
Ah, 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
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast
In life's young spring so early
And
there upon my breast 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 o'er 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 Oulart Hollow
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 e'er I hear
The
wind that shakes the barley
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