31 lines
No EOL
1.2 KiB
Text
31 lines
No EOL
1.2 KiB
Text
{t: Oak & Ash & Thorn}
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{a: The Longest Johns}
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[Am]Of all the trees that grow so fair old England to adorn
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[F]Greater are none beneath the sun than [G]Oak, Ash, and Thorn
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{soc}
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Sing [Am]Oak, And Ash, and Thorn good sirs. All on a mid summer's [Em]morn
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[F]Surely we'll sing of no little thing in [G]Oak, and Ash, and [Am]Thorn
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{eoc}
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[Am]Yew that is old, in church-yard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow
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[F]Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and [G]Beech for cups also
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[Am]But when you have killed and your bowl is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
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[F]Back you must speed for all that you need to [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
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{c: Chorus x2}
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[Am]Well Elm, she hates man-kind and waits, 'til every gust be laid
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[F]To drop a limb on the head of him that [G]any trusts her shade
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But [Am]whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn
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He'll [F]take no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
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{c: Chorus x2}
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[Am]Do not tell the Priest our plight For he would call it a sin
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But we've been out in the woods all night, conjuring summer in
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We bring you good news bey word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
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[F/A]Sure as the sun come up from the south, by [G/B]Oak, and [F/C]Ash, and [D]Thorn
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{c: Chorus x4} |