The Oak and the Ash

Oh the Oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree.
How I wish once again in the North, I could be.
A North Country maid up to London had strayed,
Although with her nature it did not agree
She wept and she sighed, and so bitterly she cried
«How I wish once again in the North I could be!
Oh the oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree,
They flourish at home in my own country.»
«While sadly I roam I regret my dear home,
Where lads and young lasses are making the hay.
The merry bells ring and the birds sweetly sing,
The meadows are pleasant and maidens are gay.
Oh the oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree,
They flourish at home in my own country.»
«No doubt, did I please, I could marry with ease,
For where maidens are fair many lovers will come,
But the one whom I wed must be North Country bred,
And tarry with me in my North Country home.
Oh the oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree,
They flourish at home in my own country.»
How I wish once again in the North, I could be.