MY BONNIE LADDIE'S LANG A-GROWIN The trees are a' ivied, the leaves they are green, The times are past that hae seen; It's I maun lie my lane in the cauld winter's nichts, For my bonnie laddie's lang, lang a-growing. O faither, dearest faither, ye hae dune me muckle wrang, For ye hae wed me to a lad that's ower young; For he is but sixteen, and I am twenty-one And my bonnie laddie's lang, lang a-growing. O dochter, dear dochter, I hae dune ye nae wrang, For I have wed you tae a noble laird's son One day he'll be the laird and you will wait on him, And a' the time yur laddie will be a-growing. O faither, dear faither, if ye think that it will fit, We'll send him tae the scule for a year or twa yet; And we'll tie a green ribbon aroond his blue bonnet And that'll be a token that he's married. A year had gone by when I passed the scule hoose wa' And I saw the young scholars a playing at the ba', I spied him in amang them the fairest o' them a' Ma boony lad wis young and still growin'. When he was but sixteen he was a married man, When he was seventeen she had gotten him a son, And when he was eighteen his grave grew green For cruel death put an end tae his growin'.
Many thanks for putting up the lyrics for this! I've been down a bit of a rabbit hole with this song and the various versions/tunes. There's Martin Carthy, Joan Baez, and then this unusual one with Dylan and Baez - czcams.com/video/PR5ShVsy7EM/video.html at about 5:30. I wonder where all the songs came from...
is there anything better than the corries playing on a cold day with the fire going?? I DON'T THINK SO!
that deep voice that sings with the soul..
Thankyou for this one
MY BONNIE LADDIE'S LANG A-GROWIN
The trees are a' ivied, the leaves they are green,
The times are past that hae seen;
It's I maun lie my lane in the cauld winter's nichts,
For my bonnie laddie's lang, lang a-growing.
O faither, dearest faither, ye hae dune me muckle wrang,
For ye hae wed me to a lad that's ower young;
For he is but sixteen, and I am twenty-one
And my bonnie laddie's lang, lang a-growing.
O dochter, dear dochter, I hae dune ye nae wrang,
For I have wed you tae a noble laird's son
One day he'll be the laird and you will wait on him,
And a' the time yur laddie will be a-growing.
O faither, dear faither, if ye think that it will fit,
We'll send him tae the scule for a year or twa yet;
And we'll tie a green ribbon aroond his blue bonnet
And that'll be a token that he's married.
A year had gone by when I passed the scule hoose wa'
And I saw the young scholars a playing at the ba',
I spied him in amang them the fairest o' them a'
Ma boony lad wis young and still growin'.
When he was but sixteen he was a married man,
When he was seventeen she had gotten him a son,
And when he was eighteen his grave grew green
For cruel death put an end tae his growin'.
Many thanks for putting up the lyrics for this! I've been down a bit of a rabbit hole with this song and the various versions/tunes. There's Martin Carthy, Joan Baez, and then this unusual one with Dylan and Baez - czcams.com/video/PR5ShVsy7EM/video.html at about 5:30. I wonder where all the songs came from...
great! thanks for postin'
There is an English version of this song The Trees They Grow Green.
oh wait there is better, Corries, cold day, fire and a strong whiskey!
@Maksimfan Make it single malt and I'm there.
@carollizc anything other than single malt isn't worth my time! :)
deffinately :)