The Wind That Shakes The Corn Chords by The Irish Rovers

[G] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ I _ sat within _ [Gm] the valley green, [F] I sat with my true _ love,
_ My _ sad heart had [Gm] to choose [F] _ between old _ Ireland or [Bb] my love.
_ _ [F]
I _ looked [Am] at her [Gm] and then [F] I thought, Oh _ Ireland _ [Bb] was _ _ torn,
[F] I saw the wind [Gm] blew down the [Bb] glen [F] and _ shook the _ golden cobb. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ It was _ hard, though _ [Gm] hopeful, worst of grim, [C] to break [F] the ties that bound,
_ _ But _ harder still [Gm] to _ bear [F] the shame of _ English _ [Bb] chains around.
_ [Gm] _ _
[F] And so I said, [Bb] the _ [F] mountain glen I'll seek at _ [Gm] any _ moment,
[C] _ [F] And joined the _ brave [Gm] _ United [Bb] men [C] while the soft [Bb] wind shook [F] the cobb.
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ While _ sad I kissed [Gm] away her [Bb]
tears, my [C] fond [F] arms round her flung,
_ _ _ A pretty _ shot [Bb] burst on [F] my ears from out the [Bb] wild drum.
_ [D] _ _ [F] The _ bullet _ pierced [Bb] my true love's [F] side, a rose pierced by [Bb] a thorn, _ _
[F] And in my arms [Gm] and blood she died while [C] _
[F] soft wind shook the cobb. _ _
_ So _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ blood for blood _ [Gm] without _ remorse [C] I've _ [F] taken in the glen,
_ _ _ I've blessed my true [Bb] love's clay [F]-cold corpse, I've joined true _ [Bb] Irish men.
[Am] _ _ But [F] _
round her grave [Bb] I _ [F] wandered reared, sometimes at _ [Bb] every _ morn, _ _ _
And [Am] with _ _ breaking _ heart [B] _ [Gm] sometimes _ _ I _ _ [Bb] hear _ [Gm] the wind [F] that shakes the _ cobb.
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _ _
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