The Ash Grove

The Ash Grove is a beloved traditional Welsh folk tune that has found a cherished place in the hearts of Irish session musicians. Its captivating melody, characterized by its lyrical and flowing nature, has made it a staple in countless Irish music gatherings. While its origins lie in Wales, the tune has been seamlessly integrated into the rich tapestry of Irish traditional music.

Often played at a brisk tempo, “The Ash Grove” invites intricate ornamentation and rhythmic variations, providing ample opportunity for musicians to showcase their skill and creativity. Its versatility allows it to be adapted to various instruments and styles, ensuring its enduring popularity in the vibrant world of Irish traditional music.

Key

G Maj.

Tune Type

Song

Sheet Music

History

The Ash Grove boasts a rich and intriguing history. While its exact origins remain shrouded in mystery, it’s clear that the tune has deep roots in Welsh tradition. First appearing in print in 1802, it’s possible the melody is even older.

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The tune’s evocative title and lyrical quality have inspired countless poets and songwriters over the centuries. Interestingly, its melody shares similarities with a tune found in John Gay’s The Beggar’s Opera from 1728, suggesting a broader influence. Despite its Welsh heritage, “The Ash Grove” has become a cornerstone of Irish traditional music, demonstrating the interconnectedness and shared musical heritage of these Celtic cultures.

Also Known As

Other names for “The Ash Grove” include:

Llwyn Onn: The original Welsh title.
Constant Billy: An older tune possibly related to “The Ash Grove.”
Beauty in Tears: Another potential earlier version of the melody, sometimes attributed to the Irish harper Turlough O’Carolan.

Lyrics

The ash grove how graceful, how plainly ’tis speaking The wind through it playing has language for me. Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, A host of kind faces is gazing at me. The friends from my childhood again are before me Each step brings a memory as freely I roam. With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o’er me The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

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Down yonder green meadow where streamlets meander When twilight is fading I pensively roam Or in the bright noon tide in solitude wander Amid the dark spaces of that lonely ash grove. ‘Twas there while the black bird was cheerfully singing I first met my dear one the joy of my heart Around us for gladness the blue bells were springing The ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home . My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness; No dream of the future my spirit can cheer. I only can brood on the past and its brightness The dear ones I long for again gather here. From ev’ry dark nook they press forward to meet me; I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome, And others are there, looking downward to greet me The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home.