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A cheesy 2006 electronic version of the old Welsh folk song.  The robot is singing the English lyrics but you probably can't tell.

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Major Matt Mason

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking; The harp (or wind) through it playing has language for me, When over its branches the sunlight is breaking, (or: 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 memory as freely I roam. With (soft) whispers laden the leaves rustle o'er me; The ash grove, the ash grove alone (again) is my home. 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. 'Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart. Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing, But then little thought I how soon we should part. 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.

Anonymous

You trained a robot cat to sing. I am impressed.