I sat within a valley green Sat there with my true love

My heart strove to choose between Me 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 glade And shook the golden barley

Twas hard the mournful 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 wind shook the barley

Twas sad I kissed away her tears Her arms around me clinging

When to my ears that fateful shot Came out the wildwood ringing

The bullet pierced my true love's breast In life's young spring so early

And there upon my breast she died While soft wind shook the barley

I bore her to some mountain stream And many's the summer blossom

I placed with branches soft and green About her gore-stained bosom

I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse Then rushed o'er vale and valley

My vengeance on the foe to wreak While soft wind shook the barley

Twas blood for blood without remorse I took at Oulart Hollow

I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse Where mine full soon may follow

Around her grave I wondered drear Noon night and morning early

With aching heart when e'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley