I sat within the valley green   I sat 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 of Ireland dearly   while soft, the wind blew down the glen   and shook the golden barley      'Twas hard the woeful words to frame   to break the ties that bound us   And 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      'Twas sad, I kissed away her tears   my fond arm round her flinging   When a foe, mans 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 winds shook the barley      But blood for blood without remorse   I've ta'en to her hollow   I've lain my true love's clay-like corpse   where I full soon may follow   Around her grave I wander drear   In noon, night and morning early   With breaking heart when e'er   I hear the wind that shakes the barley