(Welch folk song, Lyrics by Thomas Oliphant, 1862)
1. Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively roam.
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander,
Amidst the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
‘Twas there where the blackbirds were cheerfully singing
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart.
Around us, for gladness, the dear one, the joy of my heart.
Around us, for gladness, the bluebells were ringing.
Ah then, little thought I how soon we would 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.”
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