< Does anyone have the lyrics to The Ash Grove? I've checked out the < various lyrics sources on gopher and haven't found what I'm looking for. < What I want is the normal (often referred to as the "Girl Scout" version) < lyrics and the Welsh lyrics. Any other versions are also welcome. I was a Girl Scout, but only for one year, so I have no idea what you mean by "the Girl Scout version". Is that the one that starts "In yonder green valley, where streamlets meander..." or some such thing? At any rate, I don't have those words in full. In Welsh there seem to be two common types of texts set to this tune: the romantic type and the patriotic one. The patriotic type seems most common. I've heard several different sets of words used, but here's the only one I have a printed text for: Gogoniant i Gymru, annwyl wlad fy nhadau, Pe medrwn mawrygwn dy fawredd a'th fri; Mae'r awen yn caru dy wedd a'th rinweddau, Hoff famaeth athrylith a dewrder wyt ti; Bu amser pan hoffai t'wysogion dy delyn, A'i sain a gyffroai wrolion y gad I ruthro'n ddisymwth ar warchae y gelyn, Gan ymladd dros ryddid a breintiau ein gwlad. [Here's a loose translation: Glory to Wales, dear land of my fathers, If I could I would glorify thy greatness and thy fame. The muse loves thy appearance/beauty and thy virtues/good qualities, Beloved nurturer of genius and valor art thou; There was a time when thy princes loved thy harp, And its sound stirred valiant men of battle To rush swiftly to besiege the enemy, Fighting for freedom and for the rights of our land.] Sorry, I only had one verse of that. Now here's one romantic verse: Y lloer oedd yn codi dros gopa'r hen dderwen A'r haul a fachludai i ddyfnder y don, A minnau mewn cariad a'm calon yn curo Yn disgwyl f'anwylyd dan gysgod Llwyn On; Mor wyn y bythynnod gwyngalchog ar wasgar Hyd erwau cyfoethog mynyddig fy mro; Adwaenwn bob tyddyn, pob boncyff a brigyn Lle deuai cariadon i rodio'n eu tro. [Again, a loose translation: The moon was rising over the top of the old oak tree And the sun was setting into the depths of the sea [the wave, really] And I, in love, with my heart pounding, Was awaiting my beloved under the shade of the Ash Grove; How white were the whitewashed cottages scattered Over the rich mountain acres of my native region I knew every farmstead, every trunk and twig, Where lovers used to come walking in their turn.] Mae'n ddrwg gen i am y Saesneg... Marta Weingartner weingart@ucs.indiana.edu