ARBOR DA Y MAN&AL. 
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THE BRAVE OLD OAK. 
X.J. Lode 
H. F . Chori 
I. A song for the oak, the brave old oak. Who hath ruled in the greenwood tang, Here’s 
c. He saw the rare times, when the Christmas chimes Were a mer - ry sound to hear, And the 
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