[Verse 1] A North Country maid up to London had strayed Although with her temper it did not agree She sobbed and she sighed, and bitterly she cried I wish I were back in the North Country [Chorus] Oh the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree They flourish at home in my own country [Verse 2] While sadly I roam I regret my dear home Where the lads...Learn More