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 of Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley

While sad I kissed away her 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
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
And placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where I full soon will follow;
And round her grave I wander drear
Noon, night and morning early
With breaking heart whene'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley!
The wind that shakes the barley!