Appalachian Celtic Consort: Music

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These lyrics (and the tune) are different from the standard fiddle tune.
The lyrics were written by Robert D. Joyce, (1830-1883).

This is a test recording Pat made to see if it might be appropriate for the group to do accapella.

I sat within a valley greenSat there with my true loveAnd my fond heart strove to choose betweenThe old love and the new loveThe old for her, the new that madeMe think on Ireland dearlyWhile soft the wind blew down the gladeAnd shook the golden barley
2. Twas hard the mournful words to frameTo break the ties that bound usAh, but harder still to bear the shameOf foreign chains around usAnd so I said, "The mountain glenI'll seek at morning earlyAnd join the brave united men"While soft wind shook the barley
3. Twas sad I kissed away her tearsHer arms around me clingingWhen to my ears that fateful shotCome out the wildwood ringingThe bullet pierced my true love's breastIn life's young spring so earlyAnd there upon my breast she diedWhile soft wind shook the barley
4. I bore her to some mountain streamAnd many's the summer blossomI placed with branches soft and greenAbout her gore-stained bosomI wept and kissed her clay-cold corpseThen rushed o'er vale and valleyMy vengeance on the foe to wreakWhile soft wind shook the barley
5. Twas blood for blood without remorseI took at Oulart HollowI placed my true love's clay-cold corpseWhere mine full soon may followAround her grave I wondered drearNoon, night and morning earlyWith aching heart when e'er I hearThe wind that shakes the barley