I sat within the valley green, I sat me with my true love
My sad heart
strove the two between, the old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made me think on Ireland dearly
soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the 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 bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley."
While sad I kissed away
her tears, my fond arms round her flinging
The foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the wildwood ringing
pierced my true love's side in life's young spring so early
And on my breast in blood she died while soft winds shook the
But blood for blood without remorse I've taken at Oulart Hollow
And laid my true love's clay cold corpse
where I full soon may follow
As round her grave I wander drear, noon, night and morning early
With breaking heart when
e'er I hear the wind that shakes the barley.