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Oak and Ash and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn my love,

All on a midsummer's morn.

Surely we sing of no little thing

With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Of all the trees that are in the wood, old England to adorn,

Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn my love,

All on a midsummer's morn.

Surely we sing of no little thing

With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Oak of the clay saw many a day o'er ever Aeneas began

Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man,

And Thorn of the down saw new Troy town, from which was London born

Witness hereby the ancient try of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn my love,

All on a midsummer's morn.

Surely we sing of no little thing

With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Now yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow

Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also

When you have killed, your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn

Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Now elm, she hates mankind, and waits till every gust be laid,

To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade,

But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn,

He'll come to no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn my love,

All on a midsummer's morn.

Surely we sing of no little thing

With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn my love,

All on a midsummer's morn.

Surely we sing of no little thing

With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Now do not tell the priests of our rite, for they would call it a sin,

But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,

And we now bring good word by mouth, for children, cattle, and corn

Now is the sun come up from the south, with Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn my love,

All on a midsummer's morn.

Surely we sing of no little thing

With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn my love,

All on a midsummer's morn.

Surely we sing of no little thing

With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

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Lyrics submitted by Julie Smith.

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