I  sat  within  a  valley  green
I  sat  me  with  my  true  love
And  sad  heart  strove  to  choose  between
The  old  love  and  the  new  love
The  old  for  her,the  new  that  made
Me  think  on  Ireland  dearly
and  soft  the  wind  blew  down  the  glade
that  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  brave  United  Men
While  soft  winds  shook  the  barley"
Twas  sad  I  kissed  away  her  tears
Her  arms  around  me  flinging
And  then  I  hear  that  faithful  shot
From  out  the  wildwood  ringing
A  bullet  pierced  my  true  love's  breast
In  life  young  spring  so  early
And  on  my  breast  in  blood  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  clay-cold  corpse
Then  rushed  o'er  vale  and  valley
My  vengeance  on  the  foe  to  wreak
While  soft  winds  shook  the  barley
Twas  blood  for  blood  without  remorse
I've  taken  at  Oulart  Hollow
I've  placed  my  true  love's  clay-cold  corpse
Where  I  full  soon  may  follow
Around  her  grave  I  wander  drear
Noon,night  and  morning  early
With  breaking  heart  when  e'er  I  hear
The  wind  that  shakes  the  barley