The wind that shakes the corn, song

Dan McGonigle, singing in English
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I sat within a valley green I sat with my true love
My sad heart had to choose between old Ireland or new love
I looked at her and then I thought how Ireland was torn
While soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden corn.

‘Tis hard the woeful words to bring to break the ties that bind
But harder still to bear the shame of English chains around
And so I said the mountain glen I'll seek at early morn
And join the brave united men while soft wind shook the corn.

How sad I kissed away her tears my fond arms round her flung
A British shot burst in our ears from out the wildwoods rung
The 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 have taken in the glen
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse I joined to Irishmen
But round her grave I wander drear sometimes at early morn
And with breaking heart sometimes I hear the wind that shakes the corn.