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The Wind that Shakes the Barley
I sat within a valley green
I sat there with my true love
And my fond heart strove to choose 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 glade
And shook the golden barley
Twas hard the mournful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
Ah, 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 brave united men"
While soft wind shook the barley
Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast
In life's young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died
While soft wind shook the barley
I bore her to some mountain stream
And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green
About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse
Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft wind shook the barley
Twas blood for blood without remorse
I took at Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear
Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley
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The Girl Who Walks the River
Light was waking,
stars were stars.
She was walking
by the river.
Birds had settled,
bats were sailing
underneath the night.
Breathing in and
breathing out, the
words were fading
like a sunset.
Songs were floating
down the river,
bathed in ghostly light.
Here she wanders,
here she whispers,
here she stands and
here she shivers.
Here we watch her
gliding ever
onward into night.
She was waking,
stars were bright.
Breath was fading,
heartbeat slight.
Oh the birds and
oh the river,
always towards the light
Oh the girl who
walks the river
ghostly through the night.
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Roslyn Castle
05:27
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My Love is Like a Red Red Rose
O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
O I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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Greensleeves
04:10
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Greensleeves
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.
chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.
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Ghost Estate Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Ghost Estate is a project of Josh and Vayl, combining their love of Celtic and Celtic-influenced traditional folk music with their love of doing things a little bit differently. A blend of synthesizers, electric guitar and violin, and traditional folk instruments comes together in a sound which has been compared to Loreena McKennitt and other modern interpreters of traditional music. ... more
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