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 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 bold United Men" While soft winds shook the barley 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 heart In life's young spring so early And there within my arms she died While soft winds 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 cold, cold corpse Then rushed o'er hill and valley My vengeance on the foe to wreak While soft winds shook the barley 'Twas blood for blood without remorse I took at Oulart Hollow And placed my true love's clay cold corpse Where mine full soon may follow Around her grave I wander drear Noon, night and morning early With aching heart whene'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley Song Notes