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Celtic Fire
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The Wind That Shakes The Barley
I sat within the valley green I sat me with my true love And my fond heart strove the two 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 sthe golden barley.
'Twas hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that bound us And 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 I'll join the bold united men While soft wind sthe barley.
'Twas sad I kissed away her tears Her fond arm 'round me clinging Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When a foeman's shot burst on our ears From out the wild woods 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 wind sthe barley
It's blood for blood without remorse I've taken at Oulart Hollow I've laid my true love's clay-like corpse Where mine full soon may follow Around her grave I've wandered drear Noon night and morning early With breaking heart whene'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley
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