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OH! THE OAK AND THE ASH |
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2. "While sadly I roam I regret my dear home,
Where lads and young lasses are making the hay; The merry bells ring, and the birds sweetly sing, And maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay.
Oh! the oak, and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree, They flourish at home in my own country."
3. "No doubt, did 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.
Oh! the oak, and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree, They flourish at home in my own country." |
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H. 4868. |
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