Music Across the Water - The Oak and the Ash

A North Country maid up to London had strayed
Even though with her nature it did not agree
She wept and she sighed and she bitterly cried:
How I wish I was back in my North Country home
Oh, the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Ivy tree
They flourish at home in my own country

While sadly I roam I regret my dear home
Where lads and young lasses are making of hay
The merry bells ring and the birds sweetly sing
And the fields and the gardens are pleasant and gay
Oh, the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Ivy tree
They flourish at home in my own country

No doubt if I please I could marry with ease
Where maidens are fair many lovers will come
But he who I wed must be North Country bred
And carry me back to my North Country home
Oh, the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Ivy tree
They flourish at home in my own country

Written by:
Dan Smith, Samantha Smith

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