Oak and Ash and Thorn

作曲：Peter Bellamy

作词：Rudyard Kipling

Of all the trees that grow so fat

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 up no little thing

And oak and ash and thorn

You that is old in churchyard mold

He breedeth a mighty bough

Alder for shoes do wise men choose

And beach for cups also

But when you have killed and your bullet is filled

And your shoes are clean out worn

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 up no little thing

And oak and ash and thorn

Sing oak and ash and thorn good sirs

All on a midsummer's morn

Surely we'll sing up no little thing

And oak and ash and thorn

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 hail 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 up no little thing

And oak and ash and thorn

Sing oak and ash and thorn good sirs

All on a midsummer's morn

Surely we'll sing up no little thing

And oak and ash and thorn

Oh do not tell the priest our plight

For he would call it a sin

But weeping 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 up no little thing

And oak and ash and thorn

Sing oak and ash and thorn good sirs

All on a midsummer's morn

Surely we'll sing up no little thing

And oak and ash and thorn