John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Henry Fothergill Chorley 1808-1872 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long! |
| The brave old Oak. |
| 2 |
| 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. |
| The brave old Oak. |
| 3 |
| 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! |
| The brave old Oak. |