The Northumbrian’s Sigh for His Native Country

At home wad I be,
And my supper wad I see,
And marry with a lass
Of my own country.

If I were at hame,
I wad ne’er return agean,
But marry with a lass
In my own country.

There’s the oak and the ash,
And the bonny ivy tree;
How canst thou gan away, love,
And leave me?

O stay, my love, stay,
And do not gang away;
O stay, my love, stay,
Along with me.