Sequenced by Colin Johnson

[Hannah] There grew a little flower
'Neath a great oak tree:
When the tempest 'gan to lower
Little heeded she:
No need had she to cower,
For she dreaded not its power--
She was happy in the bower
Of her great oak tree!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

Sing hey,
[Roderic] Sing hey,
[Hannah] Lackaday!
[Roderic] Lackaday!
[Hannah] Sing hey,
[Roderic] Sing hey,
[Hannah] Lackaday!
[Roderic] Lackaday!
[Both] Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

[Hannah] When she found that he was fickle,
Was that great oak tree,
She was in a pretty pickle,
As she well might be--
But his gallantries were mickle,
For Death followed with his sickle,
And her tears began to trickle
For her great oak tree!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

Sing hey,
[Roderic] Sing hey,
[Hannah] Lackaday!
[Roderic] Lackaday!
[Hannah] Sing hey,
[Roderic] Sing hey,
[Hannah] Lackaday!
[Roderic] Lackaday!
[Both] Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

[Hannah] Said she, "He loved me never,
Did that great oak tree,
But I'm neither rich nor clever,
And so why should he?
But though fate our fortunes sever,
To be constant I'll endeavour,
Aye, for ever and for ever,
To my great oak tree!'
Sing hey,
Lackaday!

Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

Sing hey,
[Roderic] Sing hey,
[Hannah] Lackaday!
[Roderic] Lackaday!
[Hannah] Sing hey,
[Roderic] Sing hey,
[Hannah] Lackaday!
[Roderic] Lackaday!
[Both] Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

[Hannah] Sing hey, [Roderic] Sing hey,
[Hannah] Lackaday!
[Roderic] Lackaday!
[Both] Hey, lackaday!
lackaday! lackaday!

Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Sing hey,
Lackaday!
Hey,
Lackaday!
Let the tears fall free
For the pretty little flower
And the great oak tree!

tree! Sing hey, Lackaday!
Hey, lackaday!
lackaday! lacka

By Arthur Sullivan
Generated by NoteWorthy Composer

No26 - There grew a little flower
Lyrics
Dame Hannah
Sir Roderic
Right Hand
Left Hand