Martin Carthy - The wind that shakes the barley

^EmI sat wi^Dthin the ^Emvalley green, ^Gsat there with my ^Dtrue love And my ^Gfond heart strove to ^Emchoose between the ^Gold love ^Dand the ^Emnew love ^GThe old for her, the ^Emnew that made me ^Gthink on Ireland dearly^{Em G}While soft the wind blew ^Emdown the^G glade and^Em shook the ^Dgolden ^Embarley

Twas ^Emhard the ^Dmournful ^Emwords to frame,^G to break the ties that ^Dbound us Ah but ^Gharder still to ^Embear the shame of ^Gforeign ^Dchains aroun^Emd us ^GAnd so I said the ^Emmountain glen I'll ^Gseek at morning ^Emearly ^GAnd join the brave ^Emunited ^Gmen while ^Emsoft winds ^Dshook the ^Embarley

Twas ^Emsad I ^Dkissed a^Emway her tears,^G her arms around me ^Dclinging ^GWhen to my ears that ^Emfateful shot came ^Gout the w^Dild wood ^Emringing ^GThe bullet pierced my ^Emtrue love's breast in ^Glife's young spring so ^Emearly ^GAnd there upon my ^Embreast she ^Gdied while ^Emsoft winds ^Dshook the ^Embarley

^EmI bore her ^Dto some m^Emountain stream, ^Gwhere many's the summer ^Dblossom ^GI placed with branches ^Emsoft and green a^Gbout her ^Dgore-stained ^Embosom ^GI wept and kissed her ^Emclay-cold corpse then ^Grushed o'er vale and ^Emvalley ^GMy vengeance on the ^Emfoe to ^Gwreak while ^Emsoft winds ^Dshook the ^Embarley

^EmAnd it's blood for ^Dblood with^Emout remorse, ^GI've took in Oulart ^DHollow* ^GWhile to her grave my ^Emlove's cold corpse where ^GI full ^Dsoon may ^Emfollow ^GAround her grave I ^Emwander drear noon ^Gnight and morning ^Emearly ^GWith breaking heart... when^Eme'er I ^Ghear the ^Emwind that ^Dshakes the ^Embarley