Biography:
Martin Carthy (born May 21, 1941) is an English folk singer and guitarist who has remained one of the most influential figures in British traditional music, inspiring contemporaries such as Bob Dylan and Paul Simon and later artists such as Richard Thompson since he emerged as a young musician in the early days of the folk revival.
He was born in Hatfield and grew up in Hampstead, London. After training as an actor he sang in coffee bars. He became a resident at the Troubador folk club in Earls Court in the late 1950s.
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[Intro]
Em G Em G Em G Em
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Notes]
(*Oulart Hollow refers to the Battle of Oulart Hill in 1798)
Em G Em G Em G Em
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Notes]
(*Oulart Hollow refers to the Battle of Oulart Hill in 1798)
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