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