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Artiste:
Karan Casey
Titre:
Lady Mary Anne
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Lady Mary Anne looked over the castle wall And there she saw two bonny laddies playing at the ball And the youngest of them was the fairest of all He's my bonny boy he's young and he's growing O O father dearest father you have done me a great wrong For to go and get married to a lad who is so young For he being only sixteen years and I am twenty one He's my bonny boy he's young and he's growing O Daughter dearest daughter I have done you no wrong For to go and get you married to a lad who is so young He will be a match for you when I am dead and gone He's your bonny boy he's young and he's growing O Father dearest father then I'll tell you what we'll do We'll send my love to college for another year or two All around his college cap we'll bind the ribbons blue To let the ladies know that he's married O Well young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout of an oak Blithe aye and bonny and straight was his neck And the sun when it shone it was all for his sake He will be the pride of the forest O Lady Mary Anne was the flower among the dew Blithe aye and bonny and straight was her shoe The longer she blossomed well the sweeter she grew For the lily in the bud will be bonnier O The summer it is gone and the leaves they were green Happy were the days that both you and I have seen Ah but far happier days I trust will come again For my bonny boy he's young and he's growing O Oh well at the age of sixteen years he was a married man At the age of seventeen the father of his son Ah but at the age of eighteen o'er his grave the grass grew green Cruel death had put an end to his growing O I will weave my love a shroud of the ornamental brown While I am a weaving it the tears they will fall down For once I had a true love but now he's lying low I'll nurse his bonny boy while he's growing O