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The Great Oak Tree

There grew a little flower'Neath a great oak tree:

When the tempest 'gan to

Little heeded she:

No need had she to cower,

For she dreaded not its power -She was happy in the

Of her great oak tree!

Sing hey,

Lackaday!

Let the tears fall

For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree!

When she found that he was fickle,

Was that great oak tree,

She was in a pretty pickle,

As she well might be -But his gallantries were mickle,

For Death followed with his sickle,

And her tears began to

For her great oak tree!

Sing hey,

Lackaday!

Let the tears fall

For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree!

Said she, "He loved me never,

Did that great oak tree,

But I'm neither rich nor clever,

And so why should he?

But though fate our fortunes sever,

To be constant I'll endeavour,

Ay, for ever and for ever,

To my great oak tree!"Sing hey,

Lackaday!

Let the tears fall

For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree!

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William Schwenck Gilbert

Sir William Schwenck Gilbert (18 November 1836 – 29 May 1911) was an English dramatist, librettist, poet and illustrator best known for his coll…
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