Long-A-Growing - Steeleye Span

As I was walking by yonder church wall

I saw four and twenty young men a-playing at the ball

I asked for my own true love but they wouldn’t let him come

For they said the boy was young but a-growing

Father dear father you’ve done me much wrong

You’ve tied me to a boy when you know he is too young

But he will make a Lord for you to wait upon

And a lady you will be while he’s growing

We’ll send him to college for one year or two

And maybe in time the boy will do for you

I’ll buy you white ribbons to tie around his waist

For to let the ladies know that he’s married

The trees they do grow high and the leaves they do grow green

The day is passed and gone my love that you and I have seen

It’s on a cold winter’s night that I must lie alone

For the bonny boy is young but a-growing

At the age of sixteen he was a married man

And at the age of seventeen the father to a son

And at the age of eighteen his grave it did grow green

Cruel dead had put an end to his growing