The Ash Grove                                                trad.

 

          C                                    F                 G

Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander
            C          F           C       G   C           

When twilight is fading, I pensively roam
    C                                  F           G

Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
    C                 F                  C       G      C           

Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove

                 C                                     G

'Twas there while the blackbird is cheerfully singing
   Am                                G       D7  G

I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart.

           C                                   F                 G

Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing
              C            F                  C           G       C       

Ah, then little thought I how soon we should part.

 

 

          C                                    F                G

Still glows the bright sunshine o’er valley and mountain,

            C          F                 C           G    C        

Still warbles the blackbird its note from the tree.

        C                                      F                 G

Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain

       C                 F               C       G  C       

But what are the beauties of nature to me?

 

                C                                 G

With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bossom is laden

     Am                           G          D7  G

All day I go mourning in search of my love.

             C                                 F                 G

Je echoes oh tell me, where is the sweet maiden?

          C                     F                    C         G     C              

She sleeps neath the green turf down by the Ash grove.“

 



                 

 

 

 

The Ash Grove  -  lyrics only:

 

 

Down yonder green valleywhere 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 is cheerfully singing
first met my dear onethe 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 sorrowdeep sorrowmy bossom is laden

All day I go mourning in search of my love.

Je echoes oh tell mewhere is the sweet maiden?

She sleeps neath the green turf down by the Ash grove.“