I sat within the valley green
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I sat me with my true love.
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My sad heart strove the two between
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The old love and the new love.
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The old for her the new
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That made me think on Ireland dearly.
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While the soft wind blew down the glade
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And shook the golden barley.
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T'was hard the woeful words to frame
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To break the ties that bound us.
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But harder still to bear the shame
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Of foreign chains around us.
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And so I said the mountain glen
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I'll meet at morning early.
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And I'll join the bold united men
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While soft winds shook the barley.
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T'was sad I kissed away her tears
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My fond arm round her flinging.
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When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
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From out the wild woods ringing.
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A bullet pierced my true love's side
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In life's young spring so early.
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And on my breast in blood she died
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While soft winds shook the barley.
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But blood for blood without remorse
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I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
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I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
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Where I full soon must follow.
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Around her grave I've wandered drear
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Noon, night, and morning early.
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With breaking heart when e'er I hear
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The wind that shakes the barley.
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The Wind That Shakes The Barley
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Dead Can Dance |