Then gaily sing while the woodlands ring
To echoes of the ax,
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
To echoes of the ax,
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
A squirrel starts from his winter hole
Where he keeps house in a hollow bole
And views the stranger with curious eyes,
(And barks and chirps) as the ax he plies;
A snow-bird too from a distant limb
Flies down to take a peep at him,
And waits and chirps till the lunch hour comes,
Then makes a meal on the scattered crumbs.
Where he keeps house in a hollow bole
And views the stranger with curious eyes,
(And barks and chirps) as the ax he plies;
A snow-bird too from a distant limb
Flies down to take a peep at him,
And waits and chirps till the lunch hour comes,
Then makes a meal on the scattered crumbs.
With a steady stroke at the tallest oak
The forest ever grows,
I'll lay it low in the gleaming snow
To music of my blows;
Then gaily sing while the woodlands ring
To echoes of the ax.
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
The forest ever grows,
I'll lay it low in the gleaming snow
To music of my blows;
Then gaily sing while the woodlands ring
To echoes of the ax.
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
And soon the woodsman with cautious eye
Will view the top in the steel-blue sky
To see if the tree has begun to lean,
Or if a stir in its twigs are seen;
Then comes a quake through the noble tree,
As though it writhed at its destiny,
Will view the top in the steel-blue sky
To see if the tree has begun to lean,
Or if a stir in its twigs are seen;
Then comes a quake through the noble tree,
As though it writhed at its destiny,
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