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"The Wind That Shakes The Barley" As part of our 32 county song project, we present this beautiful recording by Belfast band, Réalta, featuring Myles McCormack & Cathy Jordan. Peter Crann - Artwork & Video www.crankieisland.com Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support. Cathy Jordan’s Crankie Island 32 track album available now on Bandcamp https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/albu... The Wind That Shakes The Barley. Robert Dwyer Joyce (1830-1883) Published in 1861 Lyrics: 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 the soft wind blew down the glade And shook the golden barley. T'was 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 meet at morning early. And I'll join the bold united men While soft winds shook the barley. T'was sad I kissed away her tears, My fond arm round her flinging. When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears From out the wild woods ringing. A bullet pierced my true love's side, In life's young spring so early. And on my breast in blood she died While soft winds shook the barley. But blood for blood without remorse I've ta'en at Oulart Hollow. I've lain my true love's clay like corpse Where I full soon must follow. Around her grave I've wandered drear Noon, night, and morning early. With breaking heart when e'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley. The song is about a young man's dilemma, choosing between his country and his love during the 1798 rebellion in Ireland. Recorded in Bannview Studios, Co Antrim, Ireland. Thanks to the Arts Council of Ireland for their support in realising this project.