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The Wind That Shakes The Barley

Tom: E

Introdução: Em    G    Em    G    Em    G    Em    

dificuldade
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Em              D                    Em                              G                                            D  
I sat within the valley green, sat there with my true love
                  G                                                    Em                                            G                    D                 Em  
And my fond heart strove to choose between the old love and the new love
G                                                    Em                                      G                                                         Em  
The old for her, the new that made me think on Ireland dearly
G                                                              Em              G                      Em                                    D                                 Em  
While soft the wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley
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             Em                 D                    Em                                 G                                                            D  
Twas hard the mournful words to frame, to break the ties that bound us
                  G                                      Em                                         G                 D                            Em  
Ah but harder still to bear the shame of foreign chains around us
G                                            Em                                            G                                      Em  
And so I said the mountain glen I'll seek at morning early
G                                              Em            G                      Em                      D                      Em  
And join the brave united men while soft winds shook the barley
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             Em         D                 Em                              G                                                 D  
Twas sad I kissed away her tears, her arms around me clinging
G                                                    Em                                         G                    D                    Em  
When to my ears that fateful shot came out the wild wood ringing
G                                                      Em                                                    G                                                         Em  
The bullet pierced my true love's breast in life's young spring so early
G                                            Em                      G                         Em                      D                      Em  
And there upon my breast she died while soft winds shook the barley
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Em                      D                    Em                                    G                                                            D  
I bore her to some mountain stream, where many's the summer blossom
G                                                         Em                                    G                    D                              Em  
I placed with branches soft and green about her gore-stained bosom
G                                                      Em                                                    G                                                    Em  
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse then rushed o'er vale and valley
G                                                 Em            G                            Em                      D                      Em  
My vengeance on the foe to wreak while soft winds shook the barley
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Em                                            D                      Em                            G                                                 D  
And it's blood for blood without remorse, I've took in Oulart Hollow *
G                                                      Em                                                            G              D                    Em  
While to her grave my love's cold corpse where I full soon may follow
G                                              Em                                         G                                            Em  
Around her grave I wander drear noon night and morning early
G                                                                    Em            G                    Em                    D                         Em  
With breaking heart... whene'er I hear the wind that shakes the barley