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• Artiste: Dubliners (The)
• Titre: The Bonny Boy
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Oh, the trees are growing tall and the nights are growing dim And many a night and day has passed since you and I have seen Oh I will make my bed And I 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's far too young Oh, he'd been only sixteen years And I'd been twenty-one He's 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, all 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 sewing it, all 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 their 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 a night and day has passed since you and I have seen And I will make my bed In the cold, cold lane He's me bonny boy, he's young, but he's growing