I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my [bad word] 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
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 see 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 foe, man's shot burst on our ears
>From out the wild woods ringing.
bullet pierced my [bad word] love's side
In live'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 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.