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

T'was 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 wind shook the corn

While sad I kissed away her tears 
My fond arms round her clung 
A British shot burst in our ears 
From out of the wild woods round 
One bullet pierced my true love's side 
A rose pierced by a thorn 
And in my arms in blood she died 
While soft wind 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