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[ti:the wind that shakes the barley] |
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[ar:ann`sannat] |
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I sat within a valley green |
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I sat me with my true love |
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And sad heart strove to choose between |
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The old love and the new love |
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The old for her,the new that made |
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Me think on Ireland dearly |
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and soft the wind blew down the glade |
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that shook the golden barley |
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Twas hard the woeful words to frame |
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To break the ties that bound us |
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But harder still to bear the shame |
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Of foreign chains around us |
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And so I said,"The mountain glen |
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I'll seek at morning early |
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And join the brave United Men |
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While soft winds shook the barley" |
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Twas sad I kissed away her tears |
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Her arms around me flinging |
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And then I hear that faithful shot |
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From out the wildwood ringing |
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A bullet pierced my true love's breast |
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In life young spring so early |
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And on my breast in blood she died |
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While soft winds shook the barley |
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I bore her to some mountain stream |
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And many's the summer blossom |
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I placed with branches soft and green |
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About her gore-stained bosom |
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I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse |
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Then rushed o'er vale and valley |
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My vengeance on the foe to wreak |
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While soft winds shook the barley |
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Twas blood for blood without remorse |
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I've taken at Oulart Hollow |
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I've placed my true love's clay-cold corpse |
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Where I full soon may follow |
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Around her grave I wander drear |
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Noon,night and morning early |
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With breaking heart when e'er I hear |
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The wind that shakes the barley |