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 my young lover

He sleeps neath the green grass down by the ash grove