The Dubliners - The Bonny Boy lyrics
[The Dubliners - The Bonny Boy lyrics]
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
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 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
A 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 the ornamental brown
And while they are sowing 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 past
Since you and I have seen
And I will make my bed in the cold cold lane
His me bonny boy, he's young
But he's growing
And the nights are growing dim
And many's the night and day has past
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 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
A 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 the ornamental brown
And while they are sowing 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 past
Since you and I have seen
And I will make my bed in the cold cold lane
His me bonny boy, he's young
But he's growing