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The Wind That Shakes The Corn
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The Wind That Shakes The Corn Lyrics And Guitar Chords - The Irish Rovers, the tune of this song is very simaler to The Homes Of Donegal and Tramps And Hawkers-Guitar chords by Alda. The song tells of a young man who leaves his sweetheart and fights for his country in the 1798 rebellion after the love of his life is shot dead by the British.
I [C]sat within the [F]valley green
I [G]sat with my true [C]love
My sad heart had to [F]choose be[C]tween
Old Ireland and my [F]love
I [C]looked at her and [F]then I [C]thought
How Ireland was [F]torn
While [C]soft the wind blew [F]down the glen
And [G]shook the golden [C]corn

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

The Wind That Shakes The Corn - Irish folk song

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