An Old Irish: Ashgrove

[jwschang]

Here's another evergreen Irish.

Down yonder green valley
Where streamlets meander
Where twilight is fading
I pensively rove....

All at the bright noontide
In solitude wander
Amidst the dark shades
of the lonely ashgrove...

'Twas there
While the blackbirds were singing
I first met the dear wonder
joy of my life....

Around us for gladness
The bluebells were ringing
Ah then, little thought I
How soon we should part.