A North Country 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
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
Do flourish at home in my own country
I like not the court
Nor to city resort
Since there is no fancy for maids such as me
Their pomp and their pride
I never can abide
Because with my humour it does not agree
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
Do flourish at home in my own country
How oft have I been
On the Cumberland green
Wherе the young men and maidens rеsort for to play
Where we with delight
From morning till night
Do feast it and frolic on each holiday
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
Do flourish at home in my own country
When I had the heart
From my friends to depart
I thought I should be a lady at last
But now I do find
That it troubles my mind
Because that my joys and my pleasures are past
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
Do flourish at home in my own country
The ewes and the lambs
With the kids and their dams
To see in the country how finely they play
The bells they do ring
And the small birds do sing
And the fields and the gardens so pleasant and gay
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
Do flourish at home in my own country