Pom, pom, pom. Three cheers for the apple tree.

Pom,pom,pom!

Come and join OGA and AGO on Tuesday 10th May,

6pm – 7pm (UK time), 7 – 8pm (French time)

and celebrate the planting of a crab-apple tree in Oxford and Grenoble on May 10th 2019

Sing a song, read a poem or prose, drink some cider,or do some-thing of your choice on the apple theme!

All contributions welcome.

An Apple Orchard in the Spring                   by William Martin, 1833 – 1913

Have you seen an apple orchard in the spring?
In the spring?
An English apple orchard in the spring?
When the spreading trees are hoary
With their wealth of promised glory,
And the mavis sings its story,
In the spring.

Have you plucked the apple blossoms in the spring?
In the spring?
And caught their subtle odours in the spring?
Pink buds pouting at the light,
Crumpled petals baby white
Just to touch them a delight—
In the spring.

Have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring?
In the spring?
Beneath the apple blossoms in the spring?
When the pink cascades are falling,
And the silver brooklets brawling,
And the cuckoo bird soft calling,
In the spring.

If you have not, then you know not, in the spring,
In the spring,
Half the colour, beauty, wonder of the spring,
No sweet sight can I remember
Half so precious, half so tender,
As the apple blossoms render,
In the spring.

Apple Wassail* – trad’n west country wassail Wassail=Waes hael= “Be well” in old English

1.      Here stands a good old apple tree,

        Stand fast root, stand fast bough,

        Each little twig bear an apple big,

        Every bough an apple now.

To bloom well and to bear well and so merry let us be,

Let every man take off his hat,

And shout out to the old apple tree.  (rpt)

2.     Old apple tree we wassail thee

        And hope that you will bear,

        For the Lord does know where we shall be

        When apples come another year.

To bloom well and to bear well and so merry let us be,

Let every man take off his hat,

And shout out to the old apple tree.  (rpt)

                (Spoken)

Apples now, hat-fulls, three bushel bag-fulls,

tallets ole-fulls, barn’s floor-fulls,

little heap under the stairs.

Hip Hip Hooroo! (3 times)