Lang-a-Growing

歌詞

The trees they are ivied, the leaves they are green, The times they are past that we hae seen. In the lang winger's nicht it's I maun lien alane, For my bonnie laddie's lang, lang a-growing. Oh feyther, dear feyther, ye done me muckle wrong, For ye hae wedded me to a lad that's aur young. For he is but twelve and I am thirteen, And my bonnie laddie is lang, lang a-growing. Oh, feyther, dear feyther, 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 his bonnet, And that'll be a token that he's married. Oh, feyther, dear feyther, and if it pleases you, I'll cut my lang hair upon my brue. And vest, coat and breeks, I'll gladly put on, And I to the school will gang with him. In his twelfth year, he was a married man, And in his thirteenth he had gotten heer a son, And in his fourteenth his grave it grew green, And that's put an end tae his growing.