Wind That Shakes The Barley

The Kerry Boys - KB3


Traditional I sat within a valley green, I sat me with my true love My sad heart caught between, the old love and the new love The old for her the new, that made me think on Ireland dearly As soft the wind blew down the glen, and shook the golden barley ‘Twas hard the woeful words to frame, ‘twas worse the tie that bound us But harder still to bear the shame, of foreign chains around us And so I said the mountain glen, I’ll seek it morning early And join the bold United Men, when soft wind shakes the barley As sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms around her flinging The foeman’s shot burst on our ears, from out the wild wood ringing The bullet pierced my true love’s side, in life’s young spring so early And on my breast in blood she died, when soft wind shakes the barley The blood for blood without remorse, I’ve taken to Oulard’s Hollow I laid my true love’s clay cold corpse, where I full soon will follow And ‘round her grave I wander still, in night and morning early With a breaking heart each time I hear, the wind that shakes the barley