The Bonny Boy- Tom Lenihan (Clare) 1987 REC
[Song of County Clare- online, Carroll Mackenzie Collection; listen:
http://www.clarelibrary.ie/eolas/coclare/songs/cmc/the_bonny_boy_tlenihan.htm
Notes by Jim Carroll follow.
R. Matteson 2016]
"The events described here have been attributed to a marriage in the first half of the seventeenth century when the juvenile Laird of Craigton was betrothed to a young woman several years his senior. However, it has been suggested that the ballad may be far older than this event. It first appeared in print in 'The Scots Musical Museum', having been contributed by Robert Burns who had re-written it as Lady Mary Anne 'From a fragment of an ancient ballad entitled Craigton’s Growing, still preserved in a manuscript collection of Ancient Scottish Ballads, in the possession of The Rev. Robert Scott, minister of the parish of Glenbuckett.' It has also been suggested that the ballad may not even be of Scots origin, having also been found extensively in both England and Ireland. One English version from Surrey has it that the boy was twelve and the girl 'scarcely thirteen', while another said that the he was married at thirteen and became a father at fourteen. However, when the latter was published in Baring Gould’s ‘Songs of the West’, this was modified to seventeen and eighteen, 'In deference to the opinion of those who like to sing the song in a drawing room or at a public concert.' In his note to this, Baring Gould says that he had received an Irish version from Co. Tipperary in which the ‘trees they grow so high’, first verse is missing. In Wexford Traveller Andy Cash’s version, unusually the scene of meeting is 'in between the mortuary'." Jim Carroll
The Bonny Boy- sung by Tom Lenihan (1905-1990) of Knockbrack, Miltown Malbay. Recorded in singer's home, August 1987; Carroll Mackenzie Collection
Oh, the trees they do be high my love, and the grass is growing green,
And many a cold and wintry night that I alone have been.
And many a cold and wintry night that I must lie alone,
Oh, the bonny boy is young, but he's growing.
Oh, father, dear father I think you done me wrong
To go and get me married now to one that is so young.
He is only sixteen years and I am twenty-one,
Oh, the bonny boy is young, but he's growing.
Oh, daughter, dear daughter I did not do you wrong,
To go and get you married now to one that is so young.
He will be a match for you when I am dead and gone,
Oh, the bonny boy is young, but he's growing.
Oh, father, dear father I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll send my love to college for another year or two.
And all around his college cap I'll tie a ribbon blue,
For to let the ladies know that he's married.
At the age of sixteen he was a married man,
And at the age of seventeen the father of a son.
And at the age of eighteen o'er his grave the grass grew green,
Cruel death put an end to his growing.
I will buy my love a shroud of the very finest gown[1],
And whilst that I am making it, the tears they will fall down.
For once I had a true love ah, but now he's lying low,
But I'll nurse his bonny boy while he's growing.
1. brown