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Title
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Brave old oak
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Singer
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Larkin, Thomas
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Here's a song to the oak, the brave old oak,
That 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,
While the storms through the branches shout.
Chorus
Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,
That stands in his pride alone,
And still flourish he, a hale green tree,
When a hundred years are gone.
Verse 2
In the days of old, when the spring with gold,
Was lightening his branches grey,
Through the grass at his feet tripped maidens sweet,
To gather the dews of May;
And all that day, to the rebeck gay,
They frolicked with lovesome swains,
They're gone, they're dead, in the church yard laid,
But the tree it still remains.
Chorus
Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,
That stands in his pride alone,
And still flourish he, a hale green tree,
When two hundred years are gone.
Verse 3
He saw the rare times, when the Christmas chimes,
Were a merry, merry sound to hear,
And the squire's wide hall, and the cottage small,
Were filled with good English cheer;
Now gold hath its 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.
Chorus
Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,
That stands in his pride alone,
And still flourish he, a hale green tree,
When three hundred years are gone.
