Karaoké Oak & Ash & Thorn The Longest Johns

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 good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Yew that is old in churchyard mold he breedeth a mighty bow

Alder for shoes do wise men choose and Beech for cups also

But when you have killed and your bowl it is filled and 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 good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash and Thorn good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Well Elm she hates mankind and waits 'till every gust be laid

To drop a limb on the head of him that 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 good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash and Thorn good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Oh, 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

We bring you good news by word of mouth good news for cattle and corn

Sure as the sun come up from the south by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash and Thorn good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash and Thorn good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash and Thorn good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash and Thorn good sirs all on a midsummer's morn'

Surely we'll sing of no little thing in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn