The Wind That Shakes The Barley/The Reel With The Beryle

歌詞

I sat within a 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 When soft the wind blew down the glen And it shook the golden barley 'Twas hard the woeful words to frame 'Twas worse the tie 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 it morning early And join the bold United Men While soft wind shakes the barley" While sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms around her flinging The foeman's shot burst on our ears From out the wild wood ringing The 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 shakes the barley Then blood for blood without remorse I've taken to Oulard Hollow I laid my true love's clay cold corpse Where I full soon will follow And 'round her grave I wander here Now night and morning early With a breaking heart whene'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley