Lyrics:
A North Country maid up to London had strayed,
Although with her nature it did not agree.
She wept and she sighed, and she bitterly 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."
"While sadly I roam I forget my dear home,
Where lads and gay lasses are making the hay.
The merry bells ring and the birds sweetly sing,
And maidens and meadows are pleasant and 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 at ease,
Where maidens are fair many lovers will come,
But he whom I wed must be North Country bred,
And 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."
merci tres belle voix^^
FLB66 3 weeks ago in playlist Folksongs
@FLB66 My pleasure! I love this song :)
clmarais 3 weeks ago
Wonderful
hawkofmay9 1 month ago
@hawkofmay9 Glad you enjoyed listening :)
clmarais 1 month ago
Aww its precious! Christmas SONG coming soon???!
KrimsonSeeker 2 months ago
@KrimsonSeeker Yes, in about 2 minutes!! :)
clmarais 2 months ago