Lang A-Growing (Live)

Lang A (Live) - Ewan MacColl

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