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THE BRAVE OLD OAK

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A song to the oak, the brave old oak,

Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;

Here's health and renown to his broad green crown,

And his fifty arms so strong.

There's fear in his frown when the sun goes down,

And the fire in the west fades out;

And he showeth his might, on a wild midnight,

When the storms through his branches shout.


Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,

Who stands in his pride alone;

And still flourish he, a hale, green tree,

When a hundred years are gone.


In the days of old, when the spring with cold

Had brightened his branches gray,

Through the grass at his feet crept maidens sweet

To gather the dew of May;

And on that day, to the rebeck gay

They frolicked with lovesome swains;

They are gone, they are dead, in the churchyard laid,

But the tree, it still remains.


Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,

Who stands in his pride alone;

And still flourish he, a hale old tree,

When a hundred years are gone.


He saw the rare times when the Christmas chimes

Were a merry sound to hear,

When the squire's wide hall and the cottage small

Were filled with good English cheer.

Now gold hath the sway we all obey,

And a ruthless king is he;

But he never shall send our ancient friend

To be tossed on the stormy sea.


Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,

Who stands in his pride alone;

And still flourish he, a hale, green tree,

When a hundred years are gone.


– Henry Fothergill Chorley.

Birds and All Nature, Vol. VI, No. 3, October 1899

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