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 of a Midsummer's morn!)
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Oak of the clay lived many a day
Or ever Aeneas began.
Ash of the Loam was a lady at home
When Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town
(From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry
Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Chorus:
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer's morn!)
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Yew that is old in churchyard-mould
He breedeth a mighty bow,
Alder for shoes do wise men choose
And Beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled
And your shoes are clean outworn
Back ye must speed for all that you need
To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Chorus:
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer's morn!)
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth
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 will take no wrong when he lieth along
'Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Chorus:
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer's morn!)
Surely we 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 have been out in the woods all night,
A-conjuring summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth —
Good news for cattle and corn —
Now is the Sun come up from the South
With Oak, and Ash, and thorn!

Chorus:
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer's morn!)
Surely we sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.