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 glen And it shook the golden barley T'was hard the woeful words to frame T'was worse the tide 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 wind shakes the barley While sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms 'round her flinging When a foe man's shot burst on our ears From out the wild wood ringing And 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 shakes the barley And blood for blood without remorse I've taken at oulart hollow I've lain my true love's clay full corpse Where I full soon will follow Around her grave I've wandered drear Noon, night, and morning early With a breaking heart when ever I hear The wind that shakes the barley
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 glen And it shook the golden barley T'was hard the woeful words to frame T'was worse the tide 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 wind shakes the barley While sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms 'round her flinging When a foe man's shot burst on our ears From out the wild wood ringing And 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 shakes the barley And blood for blood without remorse I've taken at oulart hollow I've lain my true love's clay full corpse Where I full soon will follow Around her grave I've wandered drear Noon, night, and morning early With a breaking heart when ever I hear The wind that shakes the barley
