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I sat within the valley green, I sat me with my true loveMy sad heart strove the two between, the old love and the new loveThe old for her, the new that made me think on Ireland dearlyWhile soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden barley 'Twas hard the woeful words to frame to break the ties that bound usBut harder still to bear the shame of foreign chains around usAnd so I said, "The mountain glen I'll seek at morning earlyAnd join the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley" While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms round her flingingThe foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the wildwood ringingA bullet pierced my true love's side in life's young spring so earlyAnd on my breast in blood she died while soft winds shook the barley But blood for blood without remorse I've taken at Oulart HollowAnd laid my true love's clay cold corpse where I full soon may followAs round her grave I wander drear, noon, night and morning earlyWith breaking heart when e'er I hear the wind that shakes the barley Aus Songtexte Mania