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IC sat within the Fvalley green I Gsat with my true Clove My sad heart had toF choose betCween Old Ireland and my Flove I Clooked at her and Fthen I Cthought How Ireland was Ftorn WhileC soft the wind blew Fdown the glen And Gshook the golden Ccorn
T'was hard the woeful words to bring To break the ties that bound But harder still to bear the shame Of English chains around And so I said, the mountain glen I'll seek in early morn And join the brave united men While soft wind shook the corn While sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms round her clung A British shot burst in our ears From out of the wild woods round One bullet pierced my true love's side A rose pierced by a thorn And in my arms in blood she died While soft wind shook the corn So blood for blood without remorse I've taken in the glen I placed my true love's clayful corpse I joined true Irish men But around her grave I wander drear Sometimes in early morn And with breaking heart sometimes I hear The wind that shakes the corn