Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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IV. THE OLD OAK TREE.
The old oak tree our shade shall be,
And there you shall sing gay songs to me;
Each sparkling glass that we fill to-night,
Reflecting a smile, shall beam more bright;
And we'll drink to those that we fain would see
Under the shade of the old oak tree.
And there you shall sing gay songs to me;
Each sparkling glass that we fill to-night,
Reflecting a smile, shall beam more bright;
And we'll drink to those that we fain would see
Under the shade of the old oak tree.
Come Fashion and see our canopy!
The gay green leaves of the old oak tree.
The setting sun, and the rising moon,
Together shall light our sweet saloon.
We've the song of the bird and the hum of the bee,
Under the shade of the old oak tree.
The gay green leaves of the old oak tree.
The setting sun, and the rising moon,
Together shall light our sweet saloon.
We've the song of the bird and the hum of the bee,
Under the shade of the old oak tree.
Oh, let there not be a fire for me
Kindled against the old oak tree!
Too many, alas! will wound the stem
Of the tree that in kindness sheltered them.
No brand shall be lighted for you or for me
Under the shade of the old oak tree.
Kindled against the old oak tree!
Too many, alas! will wound the stem
Of the tree that in kindness sheltered them.
No brand shall be lighted for you or for me
Under the shade of the old oak tree.
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