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THE BRAVE OLD OAK. 



E.J. LODSB. 

 H. F. CHORLBY. 



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1 . A song for the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long, Here's 



2. He saw the rare times, when the Christmas chimes Were a mer - ry sound to hear, And the 



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health and re-nown to his broad green crown. And his fif - ty arms so strong, 

 squire's wide hall, and the cot - tage small, Were full] of Christmas cheer. 



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There is fear in his frown when the sun goes down, And the fire in the west fades out ; And he 

 And all the day to the re - beck gay, They carol' d with gladsome swains. They are 



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show-eth his might on a wild midnight, When the storms through his branches shout. Then 

 gone, they are dead, in the church-yard laid, But the brave tree, he still re - mains. Then 



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sing to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath stood in his pride so long; And 

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