[00:00.000] 作词 : Clancy Liam/Clancy Pat/Joyce Robert Dwyer/Makem Tommy/Clancy Tom
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Clancy Liam/Clancy Pat/Joyce Robert Dwyer/Makem Tommy/Clancy Tom
[00:10.250]I sat within the valley green I sat me with my true love
[00:21.438]My sad heart strove the two between the old love and the new love
[00:33.100]The old for her the new that made me think on Ireland dearly
[00:45.242]While soft the wind blew down the glen and shock a golden barley
[01:05.693]Twas hard the woeful words to frame to break the ties that bound us
[01:17.391]But harder still to bear the shame of foreign chains around us
[01:28.217]And so I said
[01:31.157]The mountain glen ll seek at morning early
[01:40.559]And join the bold united men while soft winds shake the barley
[02:01.239]While sad I kissed away her tears my fond arms round her flinging
[02:12.483]The foeman;s shot burst on our ears from out the wild wood ringing
[02:23.956]A bullet pierced my true love;s side in life;s young spring so early
[02:36.019]And on my breast in blood she died while soft winds the barley
[02:56.433]But blood for blood without remorse I;ve taken at Oulart Hollow
[03:08.175]And laid my true love's clay cold corpse where I full soon may follow
[03:19.369]As round her grave I wander drear noon night and morning early
[03:31.478]With breaking heart when e;er I hear the wind that shakes the barley

作词 : Clancy Liam/Clancy Pat/Joyce Robert Dwyer/Makem Tommy/Clancy Tom
作曲 : Clancy Liam/Clancy Pat/Joyce Robert Dwyer/Makem Tommy/Clancy Tom
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 shock a 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 ll seek at morning early
And join the bold united men while soft winds shake the barley
While sad I kissed away her tears my fond arms round her flinging
The foeman;s shot burst on our ears from out the wild wood 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 the barley
But blood for blood without remorse I;ve taken at Oulart Hollow
And laid my true love's clay cold corpse where I full soon may follow
As round her grave I wander drear noon night and morning early
With breaking heart when e;er I hear the wind that shakes the barley