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.
  While the soft wind blew down the glade
  and shook the golden barley.
  
  T'was 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 meet at morning early.
  And I'll join the bold united men
  While soft winds shook the barley.
  
  T'was sad I kissed away her tears
  My fond arm round her flinging.
  When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
  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 shook the barley.
  
  But blood for blood without remorse
  I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
  I've lain 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.