LT 09 Wind That Shakes The Barley
                                        Robert Dwyer Joyce
                                        Fenian song

I sat within a valley green 
Sat there with my true love 
And my fond heart strove to choose 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 glen 
And shook the golden barley 

‘Twas hard the mournful words to frame 
To break the ties that bound us 
Ah, but 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 join the brave united men" 
While soft wind shook the barley 

‘Twas sad I kissed away her tears 
Her arms around me clinging 
When to my ears that fateful shot 
Come out the wildwood ringing 
The bullet pierced my true love's breast 
In life's young spring so early 
And there upon my breast she died 
While soft wind shook the barley 

(this verse is not commonly sung)
I bore her to some mountain stream 
And many's the summer blossom 
I placed with branches soft and green 
About her gore-stained bosom 
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse 
Then rushed o'er vale and valley 
My vengeance on the foe to wreak 
While soft wind shook the barley 

‘Twas blood for blood without remorse 
I took at Oulart Hollow (alt: I’ve taken in the glen)
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where mine full soon may follow (alt: I’ve joined true Irish men)
Around her grave I wondered drear 
Noon, night and morning early 
With aching heart when e'er I hear 
The wind that shakes the barley

Performer(s) Viridis Alitea Solari