I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love.
And sad 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.
And soft the wind blew down the glade
that sthe golden 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 brave united men
While soft winds sthe barley.
'Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Round and round her flinging.
When to my ears that fateful shot
From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds sthe barley.
But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've placed my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.