Lady Mary Anne-Karan Casey

[ti:Lady Mary Anne] [ar:Karan Casey] [al:Chasing The Sun] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Lady Mary Anne - Karan Casey [00:00.78]Lady Mary Anne looked over the castle wall [00:04.01] [00:04.60]And there she saw twa bonny laddies playing at the ball [00:08.44]And the youngest of them was the fairest of all [00:12.52]He's my bonny boy he's young and he's growing O [00:16.09] [00:17.67]O father dearest father you have done me a great wrong [00:21.49]For to go and get married to a lad who is so young [00:25.44]For he being only sixteen years and I am twenty one [00:29.33]He's my bonny boy he's young and he's growing O [00:32.80] [00:34.73]Daughter dearest daughter I have done you no wrong [00:38.33]For to go and get you married to [00:40.38]A lad who is so young [00:41.87] [00:42.41]He will be a match for you when I am dead and gone [00:46.16]He's your bonny boy he's young and he's growing O [00:49.81] [00:51.41]Father dearest father then I'll tell you what we'll do [00:55.11]We'll send my love to college for another year or two [00:59.08]All around his college cap we'll bind the ribbons blue [01:02.61] [01:03.14]To let the ladies know that he's married O [01:06.55] [01:23.55]Well young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout of an oak [01:27.46]Blithe aye and bonny and straight was his neck [01:31.34]And the sun when it shone it was all for his sake [01:35.25]He will be the pride of the forest O [01:38.96] [01:40.37]Lady Mary Anne was the flower among the dew [01:44.16]Blithe aye and bonny and straight was her shoe [01:48.06]The longer she blossomed well the sweeter she grew [01:51.51] [01:52.02]For the lilly in the bud will be bonnier O [01:55.38] [01:57.11]The summer it is gone and the leaves they were green [02:00.88]Happy were the days that both you and I have seen [02:04.51]Ah but far happier days I trust will come again [02:07.97] [02:08.52]For my bonny boy he's young and he's growing O [02:11.84] [02:28.82]Oh well at the age of sixteen years he was a married man [02:32.24] [02:32.76]At the age of seventeen the father of his son [02:36.55]Ah but at the age of eighteen [02:38.40]O'er his grave the grass grew green [02:40.37]Cruel death had put an end to his growing O [02:43.92] [02:44.81]I will weave my love a shroud of the ornamental brown [02:48.69] [02:49.23]While I am a weaving it the tears they will fall down [02:52.60] [02:53.13]For once I had a true love but now he's lying low [02:56.94]I'll nurse his bonny boy while he's growing O [03:00.24] [03:01.94]Growing O