A north country maid up to London had strayed Although with her nature it did not agree. She sobbed and she sighed, and she bitterly cried, How I wish once again in the north I could be. Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all growing green in my north country. As sadly as I roam, I remember my home Where lads and young lasses are making the hay, Where the birds sweetly sing and the merry bells ring And the maidens and the meadows are pleasant and gay, Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all growing green in my north country. No doubt should I please I could marry with ease, Where maidens are fair many lovers will come, But he whom I wed must be north country bred And carry me back to my north country home, Where the oak and the ash and the rowan tree Are all growing green in my north country. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE THE SABBATH LAMP by GRACE AGUILAR RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HARVEST by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |