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THE OAK AND THE ASH |
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A North Country lass up to London did pass,
Although with her nature it did not agree; Which made her repent, and so often lament, Still wishing again in the North for to be. O the oak, and the ash, and the bonny ivy-tree, They flourish at home in my own country. |
Fain would I be in the North Country, Where the lads and the lasses are making of hay; There should I see what is pleasant to me; — A mischief light on them enticed me away! O the oak, and the ash, &c. |
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