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The trees they do grow high, And the leaves they do grow green; But the time is past and gone, my love, That you and I have been. It's a cold winter's night, my love, And here I must abide alone: My bonny lad was young, but a-growing. Growing, growing, O my bonny lad was young, But a-growing. "O Father, dearest Father, I fear you've done me wrong, For you've married me to a bonnie boy, But I fear he is too young." "O Daughter, dearest Daughter, If you'll stay at home a time with me, A lady you shall be while he's growing." Growing, growing, O a lady you shall be, While he's a-growing. "We'll send him to a college For a year or two, And then perhaps in time, my love, Into a man he'll grow. I will buy you a ribbon blue To tie around his bonny waist To let the ladies know that he's married." Married, married, O to let the ladies know That he's married. At the age of sixteen, He was a married man, And at the age of seventeen, The father of a son, And at the age of eighteen, His grave it was a-growing green, And that did put an end to his growing. Growing, growing, O and that did put an end To his growing. The trees they do grow high, And the leaves they do grow green; But the time is past and gone, my love, That you and I have been. It's a cold winter's night, my love, And here I must abide alone: My bonny lad was young, but a-growing. Growing, growing, O my bonny lad was young, But a-growing. |