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