FALL into Winter

Random picture post with 3 pictures of fall… more to come.

finally a song I’ve been listening to lately…

The Bonny Boy by the Dubliners

All the trees are growing tall,
And the nights are growing deem,
And many has the night and day hath past,
since you and I have seem
Oh I’ll make my bed and
I’ll lie in the cold cordelane,
Oh me bonny boy is young,
but he’s growing.

Oh father, dearest father,
have you done me much wrong,
but you have married me to
a lad who far too young.
Oh he’d be only 16 years,
and I’d been 21
he’s me bonny boy
he’s young, but he’s growing.

Oh daughter, dearest daughter,
have I done you no wrong?
but I have married you to
a noble farmer’s son,
and he will be a man to you
and you will be his queen
he’s your bonny boy
he’s young, but he’s growing.

At the age of 16 years,
oh he was a married man,
and at the age of 17,
oh the father of a son,
and at the age 18,
oh his grave the grass grew green
cruel death had put an end to his growing

I will buy my love a shroud,
of the ornamental ground
and while they are sewing it,
oh’ll the tears they will run down
oh once I had my one true love
and now he’s lying low
and I’ll nurse’ bonny boy
while he’s growing

Oh come on all ye pretty fair-maids
take this advice from me,
don’t ever build your nest in,
the top of any tree
for the leaves they will all wither
and their roots they will all decay
and you’ll nurse his bonny boy
while he’s growing.

Oh the trees are growing tall
and the nights are growing dim
and many has the night and day have passed
till you and I have seen
and I will make my bed in the cold cordelane
he’s me bonny boy
he’s young, but he’s growing.

~J out

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