Woodman, Spare That Tree - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. 
Woodman, spare that tree, touch not a single bough. in youth it shelter'd 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. 
That old familiar tree, whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea-and would'st thou hack it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke, cut not its earth-bound ties; Oh! spare that aged oak, now towering to the skies. 
when but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shadein 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 the old oak stand. 
My heartstrings 'round thee cling, close as thy bark, old friend; Here shall the wild birds sing, and still thy branches bend; Old tree, the storms still brave-and, woodman, leave the spot; While I've a hand to save, thy axe shall harm it not.