Classic Poem

A north country maid up to London had strayed
Altough with her nature it did not agree.
She sobbed and she sighed, and she bitterly cried,
How I wish once again in the north I could be.
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all growing green in my north country.

As sadly I roam, I remember my home
Where lads and young lasses are making the hay,
Where the birds sweetly sing and the merry bells ring
And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay,
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all growing green in my north country.

No doubt should I please I could marry with 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,
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all growing green in my north country.