Chords for Oak, Ash and Thorn
Tempo:
120.95 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Of all the trees that grow, so fair old England to adorn, Greater adorn beneath the sun than oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay lived many a day, or ever in the east began, Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the down saw new Troy town from which was London born, Witnessed here by the ancient triumph, oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll [Eb] sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
[N] You that is old in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow, All are for shoes, do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed and your bowl is filled, your [Eb] shirt's a clean at one, Bucky must feed for all that ye need to oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, [Ebm] Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and [N] thorn.
Elam she hates, mankind, and waits till ever it cusps be late, To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn, He'll take no wrong when he lies for long neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin, But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring you news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn, Now is the sun come up from the south with oak and ash and thorn.
Sing [Eb] oak and ash and thorn, good [N] sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, England shall fight till judgement's tied by oak and ash and
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay lived many a day, or ever in the east began, Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the down saw new Troy town from which was London born, Witnessed here by the ancient triumph, oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll [Eb] sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
[N] You that is old in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow, All are for shoes, do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed and your bowl is filled, your [Eb] shirt's a clean at one, Bucky must feed for all that ye need to oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, [Ebm] Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and [N] thorn.
Elam she hates, mankind, and waits till ever it cusps be late, To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn, He'll take no wrong when he lies for long neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin, But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring you news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn, Now is the sun come up from the south with oak and ash and thorn.
Sing [Eb] oak and ash and thorn, good [N] sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, England shall fight till judgement's tied by oak and ash and
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_ _ _ Of all the trees that grow, so fair old England to adorn, Greater adorn beneath the sun than oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay lived many a day, or ever in the east began, _ Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the down saw new Troy town from which was London born, _ Witnessed here by the ancient triumph, oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll [Eb] sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
[N] _ _ You that is old in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow, All are for shoes, do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
_ But when ye have killed and your bowl is filled, your [Eb] shirt's a clean at one, Bucky must feed for all that ye need to oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, [Ebm] Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and [N] thorn.
Elam she hates, mankind, and waits till ever it cusps be late, To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn, He'll take no wrong when he lies for long neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
_ Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin, But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring you news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn, Now is the sun come up from the south with oak and ash and thorn.
Sing [Eb] oak and ash and thorn, good [N] sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, England shall fight till judgement's tied by oak and ash and
_ _ _ Of all the trees that grow, so fair old England to adorn, Greater adorn beneath the sun than oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay lived many a day, or ever in the east began, _ Ash of the loam was a lady at home when Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the down saw new Troy town from which was London born, _ Witnessed here by the ancient triumph, oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll [Eb] sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
[N] _ _ You that is old in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow, All are for shoes, do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
_ But when ye have killed and your bowl is filled, your [Eb] shirt's a clean at one, Bucky must feed for all that ye need to oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, [Ebm] Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and [N] thorn.
Elam she hates, mankind, and waits till ever it cusps be late, To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn, He'll take no wrong when he lies for long neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, Surely we'll sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
_ Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin, But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring you news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn, Now is the sun come up from the south with oak and ash and thorn.
Sing [Eb] oak and ash and thorn, good [N] sirs, all on a midsummer's morn, England shall fight till judgement's tied by oak and ash and