Trees They Grow So High

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading, i pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.

'twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
Ah! then little thought i how soon we should part.


Still grows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me.


With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day i go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes, o tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the ash grove.

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid singing in the valley below;
"o don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

"o gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"


"remember the vows that you made to your mary,
Remember the bow'r where you vow'd to be true;
O don't deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"


Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,
Thus sung the poos maiden in the valley below;
"o don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

A flaxen-headed cowboy, as simple as may be,
And next a merry plough boy, i whistled o'er the lea;
But now a saucy footman, i strut in worsted lace,
And soon i'll be a butler, and whey my jolly face.

When steward i'm promoted i'll snip the tradesmen's bill,
My master's coffers empty, my pockets for to fill.
When lolling in my charlot so great a man i'll be,
So great a man, so great a man, so great a man i'll be,
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.


I'll buy votes at elections, and when i've made the pelf,
I'll stand poll for the parliament, and then vote in myself.
Whetever's good for me, sir, i never will oppose:
When all my ayes are sold off, why then i'll sell my noes.


I'll joke, harangue and paragraph, with speeches charm the ear,
And when i'm tired on my legs, then i'll sit down a peer.
In court or city honour so great a man i'll be,
So great a man, so great a man, so great a man i'll be,
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.
You'll forget the little plough boy who whistled o'er the lea.

The water is wide, i cannot get o'er,
And neither have i wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and i.

O, down in the meadows the other day,
A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay,
A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.


I leaned my back against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.


A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
She's loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love i'm in;
I know not if i sink or swim.


O, love is handsome and love is fine,
And love's a jewel while it is new,
But when it is old, it groweth cold,
And fades away like morning dew.

How sweet the answer echo makes
To music at night;
When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes,
And faw away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light.

Yet love hath echoes truer far,
And far more sweet,
Then e'er beneath the moonlight's star,
Of horn, or lute, or soft guitar,
The songs repeat.


'tis when the sigh, in youth sincere,
And only then,
The sigh, that's breath'd for one to hear,
Is by that one, that only dear,
Breath'd back again.
Again, again, again, ...

Voice le printemps qui passe;
"bonjour, tisserand, bonjour!
Ami, c

Come you not from newcastle?
Come you not there away?
O met you not my true love,
Riding on a bonny bay?
Why should not i love my love?
Why should not my love love me?
Why should not i speed after him,
Since love to all is free?

And all lines are repeated once more

The trees they grow so high and the leaves they do grow green,
And many a cold winter's night my love and i have seen.
Of a cold winter's night, my love, you and i alone have been,
Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-gowing.
Growing, growing,
Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-gowing.

O father, dearest father, you've done to me great wrong,
You've tied me to a boy when you know he is too young.
O daughter, dearest daughter, if you wait a little while,
A lady you shall be while he's growing.
Growing, growing,
A lady you shall be while he's growing.


I'll send your love to college all for a year or two
And then in the meantime he will do for you;
I'll buy him white ribbons, tie them round his bonney waist
To let the ladies know that he's married.
Married, married,
To let the ladies know that he's married.


I went up to the college and i looked over the wall,
Saw four and twenty gentlemen playing at bat and ball.
I called to my true love, but they would not let hime come,
All because he was a young boy and growing.
Growing, growing,
All because he was a young boy and growing.


At the age of sixteen, he was a married man
And at the age of seventeen he was a father to a son,
And at the age of eighteen the grass grew over him,
Cruel death soon put an end to his growing.
Growing, growing,
Cruel death soon put an end to his growing.


And now my love is dead and in his grave doth lie,
The green grass grows o'er him so very, very high.
I'll sit and i'll mourn his fate until the day i die,
And i'll watch o'er his child while he's growing.
Growing, growing,
And i'll watch o'er his child while he's growing.

'tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flow'r of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them;
Thus kindly i scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie senseless and dead.


So soon may i follow,
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Oft in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me:
The smiles, the tears of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me.

When i remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose grlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me.