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I sat within the valley green |
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I sat me with my true love |
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My sad heart strove the two between |
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The old love and the new love |
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The old for her the new |
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That made me think of Ireland dearly |
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While the soft wind blew down the glade |
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And shook the golden barley |
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T'was hard, the woeful words to frame |
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To break the ties that bound us |
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And harder still to bear the shame |
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Of foreign chains around us |
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And so I said the mountain glen |
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I'll meet at morning early |
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And I'll join the bold united men |
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While soft winds shook the barley |
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T'was sad, I kissed away her tears |
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My fond arm 'round her flinging |
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When a foe, man's shot [Incomprehensible] our ears |
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From out the wild woods ringing |
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A bullet pierced my true love's side |
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In life's young spring so early |
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And on my breast, in blood she died |
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While soft winds shook the barley |
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But blood for blood without remorse |
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I've ta'en to her hollow |
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I've lain my true love's clay-like corpse |
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Where I'll fall soon, must follow |
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Around her grave I've wandered drear |
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In night and morning early |
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With breaking heart when e'er I hear |
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The wind that shakes the barley |