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The Wind that Shakes The Barley
I sat within a valley green
I sat me with my true love
My sad heart strove to choose 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 shook the golden barley
Twas hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
But harder still to bear the weight
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, “The mountain glen
I’ll seek at morning early
And join the brave 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 shook the barley
The soft ruffle on the top of the sock is the barley with wind through it, the beads are the grain, and the cables going across the sock are the changes in Ireland.
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- First published: June 2013
- Page created: June 20, 2013
- Last updated: January 4, 2017 …
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