I sat within a valley green
Sat there with my true love
And my fond 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
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley
Twas hard the mournful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
Ah, but harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, «The mountain glen
Iґll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men»
While soft wind shook the barley
Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true loveґs breast
In lifeґs young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died
While soft wind shook the barley
I bore her to some mountain stream
And manyґs 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 oґer vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft wind shook the barley
Twas blood for blood without remorse