The Ash grove - 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 joyfully 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 grows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird his 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, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash grove.
The trees they grow so high (Early one morning)
- Early one morning
- Come you not from Newcast..
- Sweet Polly Oliver
- The trees they grow so hi..
- The Ash grove
- O Waly, Waly
- How sweet the answer
- The plough boy
- Voici le Printemps
- The last rose of summer
- La belle est au jardin d'..
- Dear harp of my country!
- Little sir William
- O can ye sew cushions?
- Oft in the stilly night
- Quand j'étais chez mon pè..
- There's none to soothe
- Oliver Cromwell