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I sat within the valley green |
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I sat me with my true love |
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My sad heart strove the two between |
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The old love and the new love |
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The old for her the new that made me |
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Think on Ireland dearly |
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While the soft wind blew down the glen |
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And it shook the golden barley |
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T'was hard the woeful words to frame |
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T'was worse the tide 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 bold united men |
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While soft wind shakes the barley |
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While sad I kissed away her tears |
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My fond arms 'round her flinging |
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When a foe man's shot burst on our ears |
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From out the wild wood ringing |
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And a bullet pierced my true love's side |
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In life's young spring so early |
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And on my breast in blood she died |
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While soft wind shakes the barley |
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And blood for blood without remorse |
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I've taken at oulart hollow |
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I've lain my true love's clay full corpse |
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Where I full soon will follow |
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Around her grave I've wandered drear |
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Noon, night, and morning early |
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With a breaking heart when ever I hear |
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The wind that shakes the barley |