Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander,
Where twilight is fading I pensively roam,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shade of the lonely ash grove.

‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerily singing.
Each warbler enchants with its notes from afar.
So then little think I of sorrow or sadness.
The ash grove enchanting spells beauty for me.

(Old Welsh folk song)