The Wind ,That Shakes the Barley -Alizbar /Ann'Sannat
I sat within a valley green
I sat there with my true love
I sat heart strove to choose between
Me old love and the new love
The old for her
The new that made
Me think on Ireland dearly
And soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley
'Twas hard the mournful 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 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
Came out the wild wood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast
In life's young spring so early
And there my breast upon 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 over 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 Hollow Oulart
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 ever I hear
The wind that shakes the barley