Nice Poem...

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My roommate introduced me to this Irish poem. Actually, I guess it is a song. Same thing. Well written stuff.

 

 

Wind that Shakes the Barley

Dr. Robert Dwyer Joyce

 

 

I sat within the valley green

I sat me with my true love

My sad heart strove the two 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

 

Twas hard the woeful words to frame

To break the ties that bound us

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 winds shook the barley

 

Sad I kissed away her tears

Her arms around me flinging

The foeman's shot burst on our ears

From out the wildwood ringing

The bullet pierced my true love's heart

In life's young spring so early

And there upon my breast she died

While soft winds shook the barley

 

I bore her to a mountain stream

And many's the summer blossom

I placed with branches soft and green

Around her gore-stained bosom

I wept and kissed her clay cold corpse

Then rushed o'er hill and valley

My vengeance on the foe to wreak

While soft winds shook the barley

 

It's blood for blood without remorse

I took at Oulart Hollow

And laid my true love's clay cold corpse

Where mine full soon may follow

Around her grave I wander drear

Noon, night and morning early

With breaking heart whene'er I hear

The wind that shakes the barley