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