Music

The Ash Grove

Verse 1

Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander,

When twilight is fading I pensively rove,

Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander

Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.

'Twas there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing,

I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart!

Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,

Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.

Verse 2

Still glows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,

Still warbles the blackbird its note from the tree;

Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,

But what are the beauties of nature to me?

With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,

All day I go mourning in search of my love;

Ye echoes, oh, tell me, where is the sweet maiden?

"She sleeps, 'neath the green turf down by the ash grove."