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Of aAmll the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn
GreaCter are none beneath the sun than GOak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's Emmorn
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and AmThorn
AmYew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow
AmAlder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also
But wheAmn you have killed, and your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
BackC you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and AGsh, and Thorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing OakAm, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn Am
AmElm, she hates mankind and waits, til every gust be laid
To dropC a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her Gshade
But whAmether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn
He'll takeC no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and TGhorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn Am
Oh, do Amnot tell the priest our plight, for he would call it a sin, (A SIN!)
But weAm've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in
We briAmng you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
AmSure as the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and DThorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing AmOak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
AmAll on a midsummer's morn Em
SureCly we sing of no little thing
In OGak, and Ash, and Thorn Am
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