Wind That Shakes The Barley

I sat (Gm)within the (Dm)valley (Am)green;

I (Dm)sat me (Am)with my (Dm)true love.

My sad heart (Gm)strove the (Dm)two (Am)between,

the (Dm)old love (Am)and the (Dm)new love.

The old for her, the (F)new that made me (Dm)think on Ireland (Am)dearly,

while (Dm)soft the (Gm)wind blew (Dm)down the (Am)glen and (Dm)shook the (Am)golden (Dm)barley.

'Twas hard the (Gm)woeful (Dm)words to (Am)frame to (Dm)break the (Am)ties that (Dm)bound us.

But harder (Gm)still to (Dm)bear the (Am)shame of (Dm)foreign (Am)chains (Dm)around us.

And so I said, "The (F)mountain glen I'll (Dm)seek at morning (Am)early,

and (Dm)join the (Gm)bold (Dm)united (Am)men,

while (Dm)soft winds (Am)shake the (Dm)barley.

While barley.