{t: Oak & Ash & Thorn}
{a: The Longest Johns}

[Am]Of all the trees that grow so fair old England to adorn
[F]Greater are none beneath the sun than [G]Oak, Ash, and Thorn

{soc}
Sing [Am]Oak, And Ash, and Thorn good sirs. All on a mid summer's [Em]morn
[F]Surely we'll sing of no little thing in [G]Oak, and Ash, and [Am]Thorn
{eoc}

[Am]Yew that is old, in church-yard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow
[F]Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and [G]Beech for cups also 
[Am]But when you have killed and your bowl is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
[F]Back you must speed for all that you need to [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

{c: Chorus x2}

[Am]Well Elm, she hates man-kind and waits, 'til every gust be laid 
[F]To drop a limb on the head of him that [G]any trusts her shade
But [Am]whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn
He'll [F]take no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

{c: Chorus x2}

[Am]Do not tell the Priest our plight For he would call it a sin
But we've been out in the woods all night, conjuring summer in 
We bring you good news bey word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
[F/A]Sure as the sun come up from the south, by [G/B]Oak, and [F/C]Ash, and [D]Thorn

{c: Chorus x4}