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WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE, 



HENRY RUSSELL. 

 GEORGE P. MORRIS. 



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1. Wood - man, spare that tree: Touch not a sin - gle boogh; In youth it shel - tered 



2. That old fa - mil - iar tree, Its glo - ry and re - nown Are spread o'er land and 



3. When but an i - die boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gush - ing 



4. My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild - bird 



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me, And I'll pro-tect it now; 'Twas my fore -fa - ther's hand, That 



sea, And would'st thou hew it down? Woodman, for - bear thy stroke! Cut 



joy, Here, too, my sis - ters played; My moth - er kissed me here; My 



sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree, the storm thou'lt brave, And, 



placed it near his cot, There, woodman, let it stand, 

 not its earth-bound ties ; Oh ! spare that a - ged oak, 

 fa - ther pressed my hand, For - give this fool - ish tear, 

 woodman, leave the spot; While I've a hand to save, 



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Thy axe shall harm it not ! 



Now tow-'ring to the skies. 



But let that old oak stand ! 



Thy axe shall harm it not ! 



From " Fnuklin Square Song Collectioo. No. 3." 



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POLISH MAY SONG. 



POLISH AIR. 



May is here, the world re - joi - ces; Earth p"iits on her smiles to greet her: 

 Birds through ev - 'ry thick -et call - ing, Wake the woods to sounds of glad - ness : 

 Earth toheav'n lifts up her voi - ces; Sky, and field, and wood, and riv - 



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