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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great Oak Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There grew a little flower<br>'Neath a great oak tree:<br>When the tempest 'gan to lower<br>Little heeded she:<br>No need had she to cower,<br>For she dreaded not its power -<br>She was happy in the bower<br>Of her great oak tree!<br>Sing hey,<br>Lackaday!<br>Let the tears fall free<br>For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she found that he was fickle,<br>Was that great oak tree,<br>She was in a pretty pickle,<br>As she well might be -<br>But his gallantries were mickle,<br>For Death followed with his sickle,<br>And her tears began to trickle<br>For her great oak tree!<br>Sing hey,<br>Lackaday!<br>Let the tears fall free<br>For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said she, "He loved me never,<br>Did that great oak tree,<br>But I'm neither rich nor clever,<br>And so why should he?<br>But though fate our fortunes sever,<br>To be constant I'll endeavour,<br>Ay, for ever and for ever,<br>To my great oak tree!"<br>Sing hey,<br>Lackaday!<br>Let the tears fall free<br>For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539016" data-title="The Great Oak Tree de William Schwenck Gilbert" data-description="There grew a little flower 'Neath a great oak tree: When the tempest 'gan to lower Little heeded she: No need had she to cower, For she dreaded not its power - She was happy in the bower Of her great oak tree! Sing hey, Lackaday! Let the tears fal..."></div> </div> </div>
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