A North Country maid up to London had strayed,|
Although with her nature it did not agree.
She wept and she sighed, and so bitterly she cried,
"How I wish once again in the North I could be!
Oh the oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree,
They flourish at home in my own country."
2. "While sadly I roam I regret my dear home,
3. "No doubt, did I please, I could marry with ease,
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