While one could drink a Cup, There did an Oak spring up, Which was so huge and tall, With Arms it so put out, And Branches all about, That it almost fill'd the Hall.
This Oak then did beare, Which was a Thing most rare, Acorns both black and brown, For which the Swine did busk, And they did loose their Husk, As they came tumbling down.
This great Oake there did stand, To the View of every Man, Who saw, it was so playne, But Roome then to afford, To bring Supper unto Bord, They wish't it gone agayne.
Then lowdly he did call, And two came into the Hall, Who were both stout and strong, And with the Tools they had, To work they went like mad, And laid this Oake along.
I'le tell you here no Lye, The Chips there then did flye, Buzzing about like Flyes, That Men were forced to ward, Their Faces well to guard, For Fear they sh'd loose their Eyes.
He bid them then be bold, And e'ry one take hold, This Oake for to carry away, And they all hold did get, But c'd not stirr't a whit, But still along it lay.
He said they had no Strength, Which he would prove at length.
For it sh'd not lye long on the floor, Two Goslings young and green, They then came whewting in, And carried it out of the Door.
Then gone was the Oake, That had so many a stroke, Before that it fell downe, Thus as it grew in haste, So quickly did it waste, Not a Chip then could be found.
