I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love
My sad 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 glen
And sthe golden barley
Twas hard the woeful words to speak
To break the ties that bound us
But harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
Twas then I said, "The mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early
And I'll join the bold United Men"
While soft wind shakes the barley
Twas hard to kiss away her tears
Her fond arms 'round me flinging
When a foeman's shot burst on our ears
From out the wildwoods 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 wind sthe barley
Well, blood for blood without remorse
I've taken at Oulart Hollow
And I've laid my true love's clay-like corpse
Where I full soon will follow
And round her grave I wander drear
Noon, night and morning early
With a breaking heart whenever I hear
The wind that shakes the barley