The Bonny Boy

Oh the trees are growing tall, and the nights are growing dim
And many's the nights and days has past since you and I have seen
Oh I will will make my bed and I'll lie in the cold cold lane
Oh My bonny boy is young, but he's growing
Oh Father, dearest father, and you've done me much wrong
For you have married me to a lad who is far too young
Oh he been only sixteen years, and I been twenty one
His me bonny boy, he's young, but he's growing
Oh daughter, dearest daughter, and I've done you no wrong
For I have married you to a noble farmer's son
And he will be a man to you, and you will be his queen
He's your bonny boy, he's young, but he's growing
At the age of sixteen years, now he was a married man
And at the age of seventeen, oh the father of a son
And at the age of eighteen, on his grave the grass grew green
Cruel death had put an end to his growing
I will buy my love a shroud of theornamental brown
And while they are sowing it oh the tears they will run down
For once I had my one true love, but now he's lying low
And I'll nurse his bonny boy, while he's growing
Oh come all you pretty fair maids and take this advice from me
Don't ever build your nest in the top of any tree
For the leaves they will all wither, and the roots they will decay
And you'll nurse his bonny boy, while he's growing
Oh the trees are growing tall, and the nights are growing dim
And many's the night and day has past since you and I have seen
And I will will make my bed in the cold cold lane
His me bonny boy, he's young, but he's growing