By Oak and Ash And Thorn

Oh, do not tell the Priest our art,
For he would call it sin;
But we have been out in the woods all night
A-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth,
Good news for cattle and corn!
Now is the Sun come up from the South,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

 

Puck of Pook's Hill

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