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 As for my comrades in camp and highway,

That lift their eyebrows scornfully,

Tell them their way is not my way—

Tell them England hath taken me!

Kings and Princes and Barons famed,

Knights and Captains in your degree;

Hear me a little before I am blamed—

Seeing England hath taken me!

Howso great man's strength be reckoned,

There are two things he cannot flee.

Love is the first, and Death is the second—

And Love in England hath taken me!



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the trees that grow so fair,

Old England to adorn,

Greater are none beneath the Sun,

Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,

(All of a Midsummer morn!)

Surely we sing no little thing,

In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Oak of the Clay lived many a day,

Or ever Aeneas 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);

Witness hereby the ancientry

Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

