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...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BURNING OF THE TEMPLE by ISAAC ROSENBERG VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |