The Wind that Shakes the Barley by Tinsmith Lyrics

I sat down in the valley green
I sat me with my true love
My sad heart had to choose between
The old love and the new love

The old for her, the new that made me
Think on Ireland dearly
While the soft wind blew down the glen
And shook the golden barley

T'was hard the woeful 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 I'll join the bold united men
While soft wind shakes the barley

As sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms 'round her flingin'
A foe-man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild wood ringin'
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft wind shook the barley

But blood for blood without remorse
I've taken at Oulart Hollow
And laid my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where I full soon must follow

Around her grave I've wandered drear'
Noon, night, and morning early
With breaking heart when e’er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley