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 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. 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, my bosom is laden, All day I go mourning in search of the 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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