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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 cheerfully 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 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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- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2023-01-21). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 110 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: The Ash Grove
Composer: Thomas Dunhill
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1913
Description: Novello's Part-song book (second series) No 1257
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Original text and translations
English text
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 cheerfully 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 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."