I sat within the valley green
I sat with my true love 
My sad heart had to choose between
Old Ireland or my love 
I looked at her and then I thought
How Ireland was torn 
While soft the wind blew down the glen
and shook the golden corn 

'Twas hard the woeful words to bring
To break the ties that bound 
But harder still to bear the shame
Of English chains around 
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll seek in early morn, 
And join the brave united men."
While soft winds shook the corn 

While sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms 'round her flung 
A British shot burst on the ears
From out the wild woods 'round 
The bullet pierced my true love's side
A rose pierced by a thorn 
And in my arms in blood she died
While soft winds shook the corn 

So blood for blood without remorse
I've taken in the glen 
I placed my true love's clayful corpse
I joined true Irish men 
But around her grave I wander drear
Sometimes in early morn 
And with breaking heart sometimes I hear
The wind that shakes the corn