| lyric | 1. The trees tehy are ivied, the leaves they are green
The times they are passed that we hae seen
In the long winter’s nicht it’s I maun lie my lane
For my bonnie laddie’s lang, lang a-growing.
2. O, father, dear father, ye hae done me muckle wrang,
For ye hae wedded me to alad that’s ower young,
For he is but twelve and Iam thirteen,
And my bonnie laddie’s lang, lang a-growing.
3. Odochter, dear dochter, I hae done ye nae wrang,
For I hae wedded you to a noble laird’s son
And he shall be the laird and you shall wait on,
And a’ the time your lad’ll be a-growing.
4. O, father, dear father, if you think it will fit,
We’ll send him to the school for a year or twa yet,
And we’ll tie a green ribbon around about his bonnet
And that’ll be atoken that he’s married.
5. O, father, dear father, and if it pleases you
I’ll cut my long hair abune my broo;
Vest, coat and breeks I will gladly put on,
And Ito the school will gang wi’ him.
6. She’s made him asark o’ the holland so fine
And she has sewed it wi’ her fingers ain;
And aye she loot the tears doon fa’
Crying, my bonnie laddie’s lang, lang a—growing.
7. In his twelfth year, he was a married man,
And in his thirteenth he had gotten her ason;
And in his fourteenth, his grave it grew green
And that’s put an end to his growing. |