Stereolife-Donkeyboy

I sat within the valley green, I sat me with my true love My sad heart strove the two between, the old love and the new love The old for her, the new that made me think on Ireland dearly While soft the wind blew down the glen and sthe golden barley 'Twas 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 join the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley" While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms round her flinging The foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the wildwood ringing 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 winds sthe 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 may follow As round her grave I wander drear, noon, night and morning early With breaking heart when e'er I hear the wind that shakes the barley