I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my [bad word] 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

T'was 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 meet at morning early
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley

T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging
When a foeman's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods ringing
bullet pierced my [bad word] 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 taken at Oulart Hollow
I've lain my [bad word] love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night and morning early
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley