The Longest Johns

[Verse 1] Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] Well Elm she hates mankind and waits, 'til 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] 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