[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Twas hard the woeful words to frame 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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
So blood for blood without remorse I've taken in the glen
I placed my true love's clay-cold 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