I sat within the valley green
I sat me 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 on Ireland dearly
While the soft wind blew down the glen
And it shook the golden barley

T'was hard the woeful words to frame
T'was worse the tide that bound us
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 bold united men
While soft wind shakes the barley

While sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms 'round her flinging
When a foe man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild wood ringing

And 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 wind shakes the barley

And blood for blood without remorse
I've taken at oulart hollow
I've lain my true love's clay full corpse
Where I full soon will follow

Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early
With a breaking heart when ever I hear
The wind that shakes the barley

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Writer(s): BRENDAN MICHAEL PERRY, DP, LISA GERMAINE GERRARD