A north country lass up to London did pass
Although with her nature it did not agree
She wept and she sighed and bitterly she cried
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
Farewell to my daddy and farewell to my mammy
Till I see you again I nothing but mourn
I’ll think of my brothers my sisters and the others
In less than a year I hope to return
Oh the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They flourish at home in my own country
But if I do please I’ll be married with ease
I’ll find me a husband to keep me from harm
But the lad that I wed must be north country bred
Then he’ll carry me back to my north country home
Oh the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They flourish at home in my own country