The Wind That Shakes The Barley

I sat within a valley green,
I sat there with my true love,
My sad heart it was torn between,
The old love and the new love,
The old for her, the new that made
Me think of Ireland dearly,
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And sthe golden barley.
Twas hard for me those words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
And harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I shall seek it morning early
To join the brave United Men!"
Where soft wind shakes the barley.
I kissed away my true loves tears,
My fond arms 'round her flinging,
The foeman's shot burst on our ears,
From out the wildwood ringing,
A bullet pierced my true love's side,
In life's young spring so early,
There she died upon my breast,
While soft winds sthe barley!
And blood for blood without remorse,
I've gained at Oulart's Hollow
And laid my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where I full soon must follow;
And o'er her grave I wander dear,
Noon, night and morning early,
With a breaking heart whene'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley!