Oak and Ash and Thorn

Of all the trees that grow so fair

Old England to adorn

Greater are none beneath the sun

Than oak and ash and thorn

Sing oak and ash and thorn

All on 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 ever 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

All on a midsummer's morn

Surely we sing of no little thing

In oak and ash and thorn

Yew that is old, in churchyard mould

She breedeth a mighty bow

Alder for shoes do wise men choose

And beech for cups also

But when you have killed, 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

All on a midsummer's morn

Surely we sing of no little thing

In oak and ash and thorn

Elm she hates mankind and waits

For every gust to be laid

To drop a limb on the head of him

Who 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

All on a midsummer's morn

Surely we sing of no little thing

In oak and ash and thorn

Now do not tell the priest our plight

For he would call it a sin

But we've been out in the woods all night

A-conjuring summer in

And we bring good news by word of mouth

Good news for cattle and corn

Now as the sun come up from the south

'Neath oak and ash and thorn

Sing oak and ash and thorn

All on a midsummer's morn

Surely we sing of no little thing

In oak and ash and thorn

Sing oak and ash and thorn

All on a midsummer's morn

England shall bide till Judgement Tide

By oak and ash and thorn