Meet me down at the old oak tree
Meet me there in the morn
Say your goodbyes and look to the skies
And ready your heart for the storm
Follow me down from the old oak tree
Follow me into the valley beyond
Raise up your guns my brothers and sons
Know that battle it's on
Meet me down at the old oak tree
Meet me there one and all
Come face the day and fear not the grave
And know that you answer the call

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