Down in the low green valley Where the violets bloom and fade There sleeps sweet blue-eyed Ellen In a cold and silent grave 
She died not broken-hearted Nor by disease she fell But in one moment parted From the one she loved so well 
One night when the moon was shining And the stars shone brightly too Down to her lonely cottage Her jealous lover drew 
Come love, let’s take a ramble Out in the woods so gay And there we’ll sit together And name our wedding day 
The way grows dark and dreary And I do not wish to stay Of wandering I’m so weary So let’s retrace our way 
Retrace your steps, no never You have no wings to fly And on this lonely mountain Sweet Ellen, you must die 
Farewell, my loving parents I’ll never see you any more But long you’ll wait my coming At the little cottage door 
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