The Wind that Shakes the Barley

　　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 glade
　　And shook the golden barley.
　　
　　T'was hard the woeful words to frame
　　To break the ties that bound us.
　　But harder still to bear the shame
　　Of foreign chains around us.
　　And so I said the mountain glen
　　I'll meet at morning early.
　　And I'll join the bold united men
　　While soft winds shook the barley.
　　
　　T'was sad I kissed away her tears
　　My fond arm round her flinging.
　　When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
　　From out the wild woods ringing.
　　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 winds shook the barley.
　　
　　But blood for blood without remorse
　　I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
　　I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
　　Where I full soon must follow.
　　Around her grave I've wandered drear
　　Noon, night, and morning early.
　　With breaking heart when e'er I hear
　　The wind that shakes the barley.