Quotes

Quotes - Chorley

A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!

Henry Fothergill Chorley

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.

Henry Fothergill Chorley

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!

Henry Fothergill Chorley

A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long; Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong. There's fear in his frown when the Sun goes down, And the fire in the West fades out; And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, When the storms through his branches shout.

Henry F. Chorley