Show WOODMAN SPARE THAT TREE woodman spare that treel touch not a single bougal in youth it sheltered me and ill protect it now my forefathers hand that placed it near his cot there woodman let it stand thy axe shall harm it hotl that old familiar tree whose globy and renown are spread oer land and sea and thou hew it down woodman forbear thy cut not its eart earth bound ties 0 spare that age aged doak oak now towering to the when but an iafe e boy I 1 sought its grateful shade in all their gushing joy here too my sisters played my mother kissed me here my father pressed my hand forg forgive ive this foolish tear but let that old oak stand my heart strings round thee cling close as thy bark old driendl here shall the wild bird sing and still thy branches bend old treel the storm still bravel and woodman leave the spot while ive a hanato save thy axe shall hurt it not GEORGE P MORRIS |