The Oak And The Ash
A North Countrie lass up to London did pass,
Although with her nature it did not agree,
Which made her repent and so often lament,
Still wishing again in the North for to be.
Oh the oak and the ash, and the bonny rowan tree
Do flourish at home in the North Countrie.
A maiden I am and a maid I'll remain
Until my own country again I do see;
For here in this place I shall ne'er see the face
Of him that's allotted my love for to be.
Then farewell my daddy, and farewell my mammy,
Until I do see you I nothing but mourn
Rememb'ring my brothers, my sisters, and others
In less than a year I hope to return,
Then the oak, and the ash, and the bonny rowan tree,
I shall see them at home in my own countrie.