| Lyrics: | The trees they grow so high and the leaves they do grow green,
And many a cold winter's night
my love and I have seen.
Of a cold winter's night, my love, you and I alone have
been,
Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-gowing.
Growing, growing,
Whilst my bonny
boy is young, he's a-gowing.
O father, dearest father, you've done to me great
wrong,
You've tied me to a boy when you know he is too young.
O daughter, dearest
daughter, if you wait a little while,
A lady you shall be while he's growing.
Growing,
growing,
A lady you shall be while he's growing.
I'll send your love to
college all for a year or two
And then in the meantime he will do for you;
I'll buy him
white ribbons, tie them round his bonney waist
To let the ladies know that he's
married.
Married, married,
To let the ladies know that he's married.
I
went up to the college and I looked over the wall,
Saw four and twenty gentlemen playing at bat
and ball.
I called to my true love, but they would not let hime come,
All because he was a
young boy and growing.
Growing, growing,
All because he was a young boy and
growing.
At the age of sixteen, he was a married man
And at the age of
seventeen he was a father to a son,
And at the age of eighteen the grass grew over
him,
Cruel death soon put an end to his growing.
Growing, growing,
Cruel death soon
put an end to his growing.
And now my love is dead and in his grave doth
lie,
The green grass grows o'er him so very, very high.
I'll sit and I'll mourn his fate
until the day I die,
And I'll watch o'er his child while he's growing.
Growing,
growing,
And I'll watch o'er his child while he's growing |
