As I walked out in Raspberry Lane
I chanced for to meet with a mistress of fame
The oak and the ash are a pretty plant and tree
And now growing green in North Amerikee

Home, dearie, home and home it will be
Home, dearie, home and home it will be
The oak and the ash are a pretty plant and tree
And now growing green in North Amerikee

It was about midnight, what could he want more
She showed him the way to the old tavern door
He called for a candle to light him to bed
And likewise a napkin to tie around his head

Home, dearie, home and home it will be
Home, dearie, home and home it will be
The oak and the ash are a pretty plant and tree
And now growing green in North Amerikee

Early next morning this sailor grew bold
And into her apron threw a handful of gold
The gold it did glitter and it dazzled her eye
She said, "Oh, won't you marry me?" "Oh no, not I

Home, dearie, home and home it will be
Home, dearie, home and home it will be
The oak and the ash are a pretty plant and tree
And now growing green in North Amerikee

"But keep yourself single until the next spring
To hear the larks whistle and the nightingales sing
My ship is a-waiting and in it I must go
To the home I love and the friends that I know"

Home, dearie, home and home it will be
Home, dearie, home and home it will be
The oak and the ash are a pretty plant and tree
And now growing green in my own countery

"Here's a health to the sailors that sail on the sea
Don't wed a foreign lady, but keep yourself free
With your sky blue jacket and your tarpaulin on
You sail the salt seas as I have often done"

Home, dearie, home and home it will be
Home, dearie, home and home it will be
The oak and the ash are a pretty plant and tree
And now growing green in North Amerikee