Belfast Food CroMusic at cromusic.crolinks.com [V] I sat within a valley green I sat me with my true love My sad 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 T'was hard the mournful words to frame T'was worst 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 bold united men While soft wind shook the barley T'was sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms 'round her clinging When to my ears that fatefull shot Come out the wildwood ringing The bullet pierced my true love's side In life's young spring so early And on my breast in blood she died While soft wind shook the barley T'was blood for blood without remorse I take into Oulart Hollow I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse Where mine full soon may follow 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