Oak and Ash and Thorn
Of all the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun,
Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer morn!)
sing no little thing,
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oak of the Clay lived many a day,
Or ever AEneas began.
of the Loam was a lady at home,
When Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town
(From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry
Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Yew that is old in churchyard-mould,
He breedeth a mighty bow.
Alder for shoes
do wise men choose,
And beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled,
And your shoes
are clean outworn,
Back ye must speed for all that ye need,
To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Ellum she hateth mankind,
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 will take no wrong when he lieth along
and Ash, and Thorn! Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight,
Or he would call it a sin;
But--we have been out in the
woods all night,
A-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth-
Good news for cattle and corn--
Now is the Sun come
up from the South,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
(All of a Midsummer morn):
England shall bide till Judgment Tide,
By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!