The Wind That Shakes the Barley

I sat within a 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
 When soft the wind blew down the glen
 And it shook the golden barley
 'Twas hard the woeful words to frame
 'Twas worse the tie 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 it morning early
 And join the bold United Men
 While soft wind shakes the barley"
 While sad I kissed away her tears
 My fond arms around her flinging
 The foeman's shot burst on our ears
 From out the wild wood ringing
 The 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
 Then blood for blood without remorse
 I've taken to Oulard Hollow
 I laid my true love's clay cold corpse
 Where I full soon will follow
 And 'round her grave I wander here
 Now night and morning early
 With a breaking heart whene'er I hear
 The wind that shakes the barley