The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking, The harp 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 of my childhood again are before me, Each step wakes a mem'ry, as freely I roam; With soft whispers laden, its leaves rustle o'er me; The ash grove, the ashgrove alone is 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 dead I have mourned are again living 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 alone is my home.
A frog he would a-wooing go, Heigh ho! says Rowley, A frog he would a-wooing go, Whether his mother would let him or no. With a rowley, powley*, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
So off he set with his opera hat, Heigh ho! says Rowley, So off he set with his opera hat, And on the road he met with a rat, With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
Pray, Mr. Rat will you go with me? Heigh ho! says Rowley, Pray, Mr. Rat will you go with me, Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see… With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
They came to the door of Mousey's hall, Heigh ho! says Rowley, They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
Pray, Mrs. Mouse are you within? Heigh ho! says Rowley, Oh yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
Pray, Mrs. Mouse will you give us some beer? Heigh ho! says Rowley, For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
Pray, Mr. Frog will you give us a song? Heigh ho! says Rowley, Let it be something that's not very long. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
Indeed, Mrs. Mouse, replied Mr. Frog, Heigh ho! says Rowley, A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog, Mousey said, Heigh ho! says Rowley, I'll sing you a song that I've just made. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
But while they were all a-merry-making Heigh ho! says Rowley, A cat and her kittens came tumbling in. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
The cat she seized the rat by the crown, Heigh ho! says Rowley, The kittens they pulled the little mouse down. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright, Heigh ho! says Rowley. He took up his hat and he wished them goodnight. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
But as Froggy was crossing over a brook, Heigh ho! says Rowley. A lily white duck came and gobbled him up. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley.
