( ﾟ -ﾟ) 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

( ﾟ -ﾟ) '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
　　　　I'll seek at morning early
　　　　And join the brave United Men"
　　　　While soft wind shook the barley

( ﾟ -ﾟ) '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 love's breast
　　　　In life's young spring so early
　　　　And there upon my breast she died
　　　　While soft wind shook the barley

( ﾟ -ﾟ) I bore her to some mountain stream
　　　　And many's 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 o'er vale and valley
　　　　My vengeance on the foe to wreak
　　　　While soft wind shook the barley

( ﾟ -ﾟ) 'Twas blood for blood without remorse
　　　　I took at Oulart Hollow
　　　　I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
　　　　Where mine full soon may follow
　　　　Around her grave I wondered drear
　　　　Noon, night and morning early
　　　　With aching heart when e'er I hear
　　　　The wind that shakes the barley