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Belfast Food / Hrvoje HodakWind That Shakes The Barley

Broj otvaranja: 1812

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

T'was hard the mournful words to frame
T'was worst 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 bold united men"
While soft wind shook the barley

T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms 'round her clinging
When to my ears that fatefull shot
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft wind shook the barley
T'was blood for blood without remorse
I take into Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse

Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear
Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley




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