The Ash Grove -

Melodic patterns step up and down the staff forming two, eight measure phrases, a sharped fourth, Fi, insures each phrase ends from the half step below.

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Grade: Fourth
Origin: United Kingdom, Wales – Folk Song
Key: G Major
Time: 3/4
Form: AABA
Rhythm: beginners: | ta ta ti ti | ta ta ta |
| ta ti ti ti ti | ta/a ta |
Pitches: advanced: Fa So La Ti Do Re Mi Fa Fi So La – raised/sharped fourth (Fi)
Intervals: advanced: So/Do/Mi/So ascending tonic arpeggio, Mi\Do, Re/Fa, Ti\So, La\Fa/La, So/Do, So\Mi, Fa\Re, Ti/So, So\Fi/So, So\So descending octave skip – experience the same intervals ending each phrase: Do\Ti/Do and Do\Fi/So
Musical Elements: notes: half, quarter, eighth; pickup beat, vocal slur, repeating melodic patterns
Key Words: world geography, United Kingdom, Wales, Welsh, earth science, Ash Tree, tree grove, valley, streamlets, meander, twilight, pensively, rove, amid, shades, blackbird, cheerfully, warbler, enchants, sorrow, sadness, enchanting, beauty, graceful, language, whenever, through, branches, host, gazing, childhood, memory, whispers, laden, rustle, loses, lightness, future, spirit, brood, gather,
brightness, nook, downward, yonder (down in the valley); contraction: ’tis (it is); abbreviations: o’er (over), ev’ry (every)

**“The Ash Grove”**

		1.	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. ‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing, Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree. Ah, then little think I of sorrow or sadness; The ash grove enchanting spells beauty for me.
		2.	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 on 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.
		3.	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.

		Tune originates from the hymn “The Master Hath Come” by Sarah Doudney (1871)

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