The Tree Song Oak And Ash And Thorn

Am Am G Am Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn, C G Am Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Am G Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, Am Em All of a midsummer's morn. C Surely we sing of no little thing G Am In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Am G Am Oak of the Clay lived many a day, Or ever Aeneas began Am G Am Ash of the Loam was a lady at home, When Brut was an outlaw man Am G Am Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town, From which was London born C G Am Witness hereby the ancientry, Of Oak and Ash and Thorn! Am G Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, Am Em All of a midsummer's morn. C Surely we sing of no little thing G Am In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Am G Am Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow Am G Am Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also Am G Am But when you have killed, and your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn C G Am Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Am G Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, Am Em All of a midsummer's morn. C Surely we sing of no little thing G Am In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Am G Am Ellum, she hateth mankind and waiteth, til every gust be laid, Am G Am To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade, Am G Am But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn, C G Am He'll take no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Am G Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, Am Em All of a midsummer's morn. C Surely we sing of no little thing G Am In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Am G Am Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, for he would call it a sin, Am G Am But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in, Am G Am We bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn C G Am Sure as the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Am G Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, Am Em All of a midsummer's morn. C Surely we sing of no little thing G Am In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Am G Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn, good Sirs Am Em All of a Midsummer's morn C England shall bide till Judgement Tide, G Am By Oak and Ash and Thorn!