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A Long Time A-Growing 1 (Young But Daily Growing / The Trees They Do Grow So High) Traditional, Irish Folk Song

May 1961 THE MINNESOTA TAPES (T-318) THE MINNEAPOLIS PARTY TAPE (BD Archive)

Minnesota Party tape 1961, Minneapolis MN - May 1961 Oh the trees they grow tall and the leaves they are green. And many a time my true love i've seen. And many a night how I walked all alone When my Johnny was a long time a-growin'. I remember so well over my father's wall I heard the boys a-singin', i could hear them dancin' call And my own true love was the fairest of them all He's young but he's daily a-growin'. Oh father, dear father, you've done me great wrong You've married me off to a boy that's much too young Oh, I am twice twelve, and he's but fourteen He's young but he's daily growin'. Oh daughter, dear daughter, I have done you no wrong I've married you to a rich man's son For he will be a lord for you to wait upon Yes, he's young but he's daily a-growin'. At the age of fourteen he was a married man At the age of fifteen the father of a son At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green And death put a stop to his growin'. But he born me one son, so i can pass the time Watchin' my boy rise to grow a year An' I will watch him rise till he's become a man. He's young now but he's daily a-growin'.

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A Long Time A-Growing 2

4 Nov 1961 CARNEGIE CHAPTER HALL 1961 (BD Archive) HARD TIMES IN NEW YORK CITY (T-518) THE DYLAN'S ROOT (T-101)

Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC - 4.nov.1961 Oh the trees they do grow tall an' the leaves are green And there's many a day that you an' I have seen But once I had a true love, but now I walk alone He's a bonnie lad, he's daily growing. Oh, father, dearest father, you've done me great wrong You've married me to a boy who is much too young Oh, I'm twice twelve, an' he's but fourteen. He's a bonnie lad, he's young but he's growin'. Oh, father, dearest father, oh ain't it pleased as you I'll send my male to a school for a year or two And don't talk of his college cap, he'll wear a ribbon ball So that the other girls might know that he's married. One day when I was walking all alone down by the school wall I saw the boys were playin' at the bouncin' of the ball An' my own true love was the fairest of them all He's a bonnie lad, he's daily growing. At the age of fourteen he was a married man At the age of fifteen the father of a son At the age of sixteen his grave, the grass grew green Cruel death had put an end to his growin'. I'll buy my love a shroud of ornamental ground And place it on his grave, oh the tears come trippling down. For once I had a true love but now I have not. But I'll watch his bonnie son while he's a-growin'.

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A Long Time A-Growing 3

May/Oct 1967 THE BASEMENT TAPES COMPLETE:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 11 A TREE WITH ROOTS (T-731) THE GENUINE BASEMENT TAPES Vol. 1-2 (T-308)

The Basement Tapes - may/october 1967 He's young but he's daily growin'. Oh, daughter, dearest daughter, i have done you no wrong I've wed you to none other than a wealthy man's son An' he will be a man to you when I am dead and gone He's young but he's daily growin'. For out one day as I was walkin' all alone down by the school wall I saw the boys, they were playin' at the ball And my own true love was the fairest of them all He was young but he was daily growin'. At the age of sixteen years, he was a married man At the age of seventeen, he was the father of a son At the age of eighteen years round his graves the grass grew long Cruel death has put an end to his growin'. Ah the springtime is leavin' now as summer's comin' on With ornaments and fans, the ladies all pass on Oh, it's once I had a true love, but now I have none But I watch his bonnie son while he's growin'.