I sat within the valley green
The old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made me
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley
'Twas hard the mournful word
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 seek at morning early
And join the bold United Men"
While soft winds shook the barley
Sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging
The bullet pierced my true love's heart
In life's young spring so early
And there within my arms she died
While soft winds shook the barley
I bore her to some mountain
And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green
I wept and kissed her cold, cold corpse
Then rushed o'er hill and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft winds shook the barley
'Twas blood for blood without remorse
And placed my true love's clay
Around her grave I wander drear
With aching heart whene'er I hear