Then here’s to the oak, the brave old oak, Who stands in his pride alone!And still flourish he, a hale green tree, When a hundred years are gone! Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Now gold hath sway; we all obey And a ruthless king is he;But he never shall send our ancient friend To be tost on the stormy sea. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long! Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio