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 joyfully 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.
Still grows the bright sunshine oer valley and mountain
Still warbles the blackbird his 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, o tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps neath the green turf down by the ash grove.
