North Country Maid

A north country maid up to london has strayed

Although with her nature it did not agree

So she wept and she sighed and bitterly she cried

Oh I wish once again in the north I could be

For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree

They all grow green in the north country

While sadly I roam I regret my dear home

Where the lads and young lasses are making the hay

Where the birds sweetly sing and the merry bells do ring

And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay

For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree

They all grow green in the north country

No doubt if I please I could marry with ease

Where maidens are fair many lovers will come

But he that I wed must be north country bred

And carry me back to my own country

For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree

They all grow so green in the north country