The Ash Grove

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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 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.

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.”