A North Country maid Up to London has strayed Although with her nature it did not agree And she's wept and she's sighed And she's wrung her hands and cried Oh, I wish once again in the North I could be
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree All flourish and bloom in my North Country
How sadly I roam And lament my dear home Where lads and lasses are making the hay Where the bells they do ring And the little birds they sing And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree All flourish and bloom in my North Country
Well, I bet if I please I could marry with ease For where bonnie lasses are lovers will come But the lad that I wed Must be North Country bred And must carry me back to my North Country home
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree All flourish and bloom in my North CountryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
