A Tree Song
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OF all the trees that grow so fair,![]() Greater are none beneath the Sun, ![]() Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, ![]() Surely we sing no little thing, ![]() Oak of the Clay lived many a day, ![]() Ash of the Loam was a lady at home, ![]() Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town ![]() Witness hereby the ancientry ![]() Yew that is old in churchyard-mould, ![]() Alder for shoes do wise men choose, ![]() But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled, ![]() Back ye must speed for all that ye need, ![]() Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth ![]() To drop a limb on the head of him ![]() But whether a lad be sober or sad, ![]() He will take no wrong when he lieth along ![]() Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight, ![]() But - we have been out in the woods all night, ![]() And we bring you news by word of mouth- ![]() Now is the Sun come up from the South, ![]() Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs ![]() England shall bide ti11 Judgment Tide, ![]() |