North Country Maid

North Country Maid - Helena Hettema

A north country maid

Up to london has strayed

Although with her nature

It did not agree

Oh she wept and she sighed

And she bitterly cried

I wish once again

In the north I could be

For the oak and the ash

And the bonny ivy tree

They flight rich and hope

In my own country

No doubt I did please

I could marry with ease

Where maidens are fair

Many lovers will come

But he who I wed must be

North country bred

And carry me

Back to my north country home

For the oak and the ash

And the bonny ivy tree

They flood rich and hope

In my own country

For the oak and the ash

And the bonny ivy tree

They flood rich and hope

In my own country