Blood For Blood

I sat within a 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 gently shook the 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 wind shakes the barley

While sad I kissed away her tears

My fond arms 'round her flinging

The foemen's shots burst on our ears

From out the wildwood ringing

A bullet pierced my true love's side

On life's young spring so early

And on my breast in blood she died

While soft wind shook the barley

But blood for blood without remorse

I've taken at Oulart Hollow

I laid my true love's clay-cold corpse

Where full soon I may follow

As 'round her grave I wander drear

Noon, night and morning early

With breaking heart whene'er I hear

The wind that shakes the barley