Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading, I pensively roam
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 as for gladness the bluebells were ringng
Ah then little knew I, how soon we would part.

Still glows the bright sunshine, oer valley and mountain
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain
Still warbles the blackbird, its note from the tree
But what are the beauties of nature to me?
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden
All day I go wandering in search of my love
Ye echoes Oh tell me, where is that bright maiden?
She sleeps neath the green turf, down by the ash grove.

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The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking,
The harp through it playing has language for me;
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends of my childhood again are before me,
Each step wakes a mem'ry, as freely I roam;
With soft whispers laden, its leaves rustle o'er me;
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness,
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer;
I only can brood on the past and its brightness,
The dead I have mourned are again living here.
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me;
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome,
And others are there, looking downward to greet me;
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.