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

(By: Demy)