The Bonny Boy Lyrics

Oh the trees are growing tall and the nights are growing dim
And many′s the night and day has passed since you and I have seen
Oh I will make my bed and I'll lie in the cold, cold lane
Oh me 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's far too young
Oh he been only sixteen years and I′ve been twenty one
He′s 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, oh he was a married man
And at the age of seventeen, oh the father of a son
And at the age of eighteen, o'er his grave the grass grew green
Cruel death had put an end to his growing

I will buy my love a shroud of the ornamental brown
And while they are sewing it, oh the tears they will run down
For once I had my own true love and now he′s lying low
And I′ll nurse his bonny boy while he's growing

Oh come all you pretty fair maids, 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 passed since you and I have seen
And I will make my bed in the cold, cold lane
He′s me bonny boy, he's young but he's growing