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I sat within the barley 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 blow down the glade
And shook the golden barley
Twas hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
And hardest still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early
And I'll join the bold United Men!"
While soft winds shook the barley.
Twas sad I kissed away her tears,
My fond arm 'round her flinging,
When a 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 shook the barley
But blood for blood without remorse,
I've ta'en at Oulart Hollow
I've lain my true love's clay-like corpse
Where I full soon will follow
Around her grave I wander drear,
In night and morning early,
With breaking heart whene'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley