Текст песни The Wind That Shakes The Barley - Martin Carthy
I
sat
within
the
valley
green
sat
there
with
my
true
love
And
my
fond
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
glade
and
shook
the
golden
barley
Twas
hard
for
mournful
words
to
frame
to
break
the
ties
that
bound
us
Ah
but
harder
still
to
bear
the
shame
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
shook
the
barley
Twas
sad
I
kissed
away
her
tears
her
arms
around
me
clinging
When
to
my
ears
that
fateful
shot
came
out
the
wild
wood
ringing
The
bullet
pierced
my
true
love's
breast
in
life′s
young
spring
so
early
And
there
upon
my
breast
she
died
while
soft
winds
shook
the
barley
I
bore
her
to
some
mountain
stream
and
many's
the
summer
blossom
I
placed
with
branches
soft
and
green
about
her
gore-stained
bosom
I
wept
and
kissed
her
clay-cold
corpse
then
rushed
o'er
vale
and
valley
My
vengeance
on
the
foe
to
wreak
while
soft
winds
shook
the
barley
And
it′s
blood
for
blood
without
remorse
I′ve
took
in
Oulart
Hollow*
While
to
her
grave
my
love's
cold
corpse
where
I
full
soon
may
follow
Around
her
grave
I
wander
drear
noon
night
and
morning
early
With
breaking
heart
whene′er
I
hear
the
wind
that
shakes
the
barley
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