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Piano Sheet music ⮞ Piano solo ⮞ Traditional

The Ash Grove (Llwyn Onn)
Welsh Folk Song
Traditional

Piano solo

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Composer	Traditional
Instrumentation	Piano solo
Style	Traditional
Arranger Publisher	Heidtmann, Klaus (1952 - ) Follow 64 Contact
Key	F major
Lyricist	Thomas Oliphant, 1862
Langage	English
Copyright	Public Domain
2 arrangments: 1) a more imitating with an intro b) a simpler and easier
	Added by kheidtmann, 10 Aug 2017

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LYRICS
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."