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The Wind ,That Shakes the Barley -Alizbar /Ann'Sannat |
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I sat within a valley green |
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I sat there with my true love |
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I sat heart strove to choose between |
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Me old love and the new love |
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The old for her |
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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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And shook the golden barley |
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'Twas hard the mournful 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 |
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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 wind shook the barley |
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'Twas sad I kissed away her tears |
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Her arms around me clinging |
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When to my ears that fateful shot |
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Came out the wild wood ringing |
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The bullet pierced my true love's breast |
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In life's young spring so early |
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And there my breast upon she died |
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While soft wind 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 over vale and valley |
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My vengeance on the foe to wreak |
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While soft wind shook the barley |
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'Twas blood for blood without remorse |
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I took at Hollow Oulart |
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I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse |
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Where mine full soon may follow |
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Around her grave I wondered drear |
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Noon night and morning early |
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With aching heart when ever I hear |
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The wind that shakes the barley |