George Pope Morris,
The Riverside song book — Woodman Spare that Tree
(1893)
“ Are spread o'er land and sea - And would'st thou hew it down? In all their gush-ing joy Here, too, my sis - ters played. Here shall the wild-bird sing, And still thy branch-es bend. 'Twas my fore - fa - ther's hand That placed it near his cot; Wood- man, for - bear thy stroke. Cut not its earth - bound ties! My mother kissed me here; My fa - ther press'd my hand— Old tree, the storm still brave! And, wood - man, leave the spot; Then, wood-man, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. ”
