1. Woodman spare that tree! Touch not a single bough; In youth it shelterd me, And I'll protect it now; 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot, There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not! 2. That old familar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hack it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth, bound ties; Oh! spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies!

3. When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kiss'd me here; My father press'd my hand - Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand! 4. My heart strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree! the storm still brave! And, woodman, leave the spot; While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm it not.

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