The Oak and The Ash and The Bonny Ivy

Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country
Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country

A North Country maid to the city had strayed
Although with her temper did not agree
She wept and she sighed and so bitterly cried
I wish I were home in the North Country

Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
I wish I were home in the North Country
Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country

While sadly I roam I regret my dear home
Where lads and the lasses are making the hay
Where merry bells ring and the birds sweetly sing
And the meadows and thatch joy do bring

Oh the oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in the North Country
Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country

No doubt, did I please, I could marry with ease
For where maidens are fair many lovers go there
But he one whom I wed must be North Country bred
To tarry at home in the North lands

Oh the oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country
Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in the North Country

Juniper and hazel, spruce and laurel leaves
Alder and the cypress
How could I them leave?

Apple trees and birch there, black thorn as you please
Sycamore and elm, sweet
How could I them leave?

Oh the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country
Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country

Oh the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in the North Country
Oh, the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy
They flourish at home in my own country