Ere around the huge oak


Verse 1

Ere around the huge oak, that overshadows yon mill,
The fond ivy had dared to entwine,
Ere the church was a ruin, that nods on the hill,
Or a rook built its nest on the pine.

Verse 2

Could I trace back the time, a far, distant date,
Since my forefathers toiled in this field;
And the farm I now hold on your honour's estate,
Is the same which my grandfather tilled.

Verse 3

He, dying, bequeathed to his son a good name,
Which unsullied, descended to me;
For my child I've preserved it, unblemished with shame,
And it still from a spot shall be free.