I sat within the valley green I sat with my true love My sad heart had to choose between Old Ireland and my love I looked at her and then I thought how Ireland was torn While soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden 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 winds 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 winds 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 cornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
