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 singing,
I first met that 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.
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, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of the love!
Ye echoes! oh tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
"She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash Grove."
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