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The Ash Grove (Take 2, vocals)
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This is a beautiful Traditional Welsh song, but like most old songs it has a sad end.
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Traditional Welsh, Public Domain
Patrick T. Connolly

Sat Sep 24, 2005
World : Traditional Celtic
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About the song
This my second take of my August 17, 2001 recording, of The Ash Grove. This is the complete second take of the song where I sing it, however there were flaws in my singing track of August 21, 2001, and so I held it back. I did a repair vocal, 4 years later on July 30, 2005. Time flies.
If you do not like my singing you can go back to the simple instrumental first take.

There is a nice site by Gail Gurman that gives a history of this delightful, traditional, Welsh song. Learn about The Ash Grove by going to;
http://www.gurman.org/ashgrove
- Trick T Olly
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.
ÔTwas there while the blackbirds Were joyfully 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, 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, oh tell me, Where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps 'neath the green turf Down by the Ash Grove.