Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lady Mary Anne, artist - Karan Casey. Album song Chasing the Sun, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: Vertical
Song language: English
Lady Mary Anne |
Lady Mary Anne looked over the castle wall |
And there she saw twa 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 lilly 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 |