The Tree Song Oak And Ash And Thorn

Of all the trees that grow so fair
Ol' 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's morn
Surely we sing, of no little thing
In Oak and Ash and Thorn

Oak of the Clay lived many a day
Or every Aeneas began
Ash 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

Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn, good sirs
All of a midsummer's morn
Surely we sing, of no little thing
In Oak and Ash and Thorn

Yew that is old in churchyard mould
He breedeth a mighty blow
Alder for shoes do wise men choose
And beech for cups also

But when ye have killed and your bowl is spilled
Your shoes are clean outworn
Back you must speed for all that you need
To Oak and Ash and Thorn

Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn, good sirs
All of a midsummer's morn
Surely we sing, of no little thing
In Oak and Ash and Thorn

Ellum she hateth mankind and waiteth
'Til 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 take no wrong when he lieth along
'Neath Oak and Ash and Thorn

Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn, good sirs
All of a midsummer's morn
Surely we sing, of no little thing
In Oak and Ash and Thorn

Oh, do not tell the Priest of our plight
For 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's morn
Surely we sing, of no little thing
In Oak and Ash and Thorn

Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn, good sirs
All of a midsummer's morn
England shall bide 'til judgement tide
By Oak and Ash and Thorn