Lore: None Arrangement: Any Range: Any Attribution: Irish Folk Notes: None 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 that dear one, the joy of my heart. Around us as for gladness the bluebells were ringing Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.