The Wind That Shakes The Corn

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