那棵熟悉的老樹，
    它的光榮和名聲
已傳遍各處，
    你還要將它砍下？
樵夫，別砍了！
    它的根已在土裏紮固；
哦，別砍那棵老橡樹，
    它現在已是參天的大樹！

當我還是個無所事事的小孩，
    我就常到它涼爽的樹蔭裏；
我的姐妹也來到這裏，
    盡情歡樂，盡情嬉戲；
我媽媽在這裏吻過我，
    我爸爸在這裏將我的手撫摸，
原諒我愚蠢的淚水，
    讓那棵老橡樹留著！

老朋友，我的心弦緊繞著你，
    就像你的樹皮一樣與你連在一起
野鳥在這兒歌唱時，
    你還會把樹枝彎下，
老樹啊！你還能頂住狂風暴雨！
    樵夫，離開那地方；
當我還能伸手拯救它時，
    你的斧子別傷著它。

Woodman, spare that tree!

    Touch not a single bough!

In youth it sheltered me,

    And I'll protect it now.

『Twas my forefather's hand

    That placed it near his cot;

There, woodman, let it stand,

   Thy axe shall harm it not!

That old familiar tree,

    Whose glory and renown

Are spread o'er land and sea,

    And wouldst thou hew it down?

Woodman, forbear thy stroke!

    Cut not its earth-bound ties;

O, spare that aged oak,

   Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy

    I sought its grateful shade;

In all their gushing joy

    Here too my sisters played.

My mother kissed me here;

    My father pressed my hand-

Forgive this foolish tear,

    But let that old oak stand!

My heart-strings round thee cling,

    Close as thy bark, old friend!

Here shall the wild-bird sing,

    And still thy branches bend.

Old tree! the storm still brave!

    And, woodman, leave the spot;

While I've a hand to save,

    Thy axe shall hurt it not.