“Still Growing” / “The Trees They Do Grow High”
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While Burns clearly gave rise to a branch of the song in Scotland, it is just as obviously not the same that Flanders found in New England. Â If death sings in âLady Mary Ann,â its voice is deeply muted. Â Consider the last verse.
The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green,Â
And the days are awaâ that we hae seen,Â
But far better days I trust will come again;Â
For my bonie laddieâs young, but heâs growinâ yet.
The âbonie laddieâ in that last verse could, perhaps, be the coupleâs infant son. Â The father might be gone, like the summer and its green leaves. Â Better days are gone too, for now. Â Will they come again as their son grows up? Â Itâs a plausible reading, but far from plain.
On the other hand, the broadsides linked above demonstrate crystal, if sparse, lyric clarity.  Regarding the young husband, âCruel death put an end to his growing.â  His child figures in as well, explicitly as the motherâs future.  Indeed, Lizzie Higgins recorded a Scottish variant called âThe College Boyâ with such an ending in 1969.  It seems, then, that the version performed by Eriksen grows on this branch, separate from that pruned and nourished by Burns.  This branch that makes death sound loudly seems older, and is certainly more widespread.
Waltz and Engleâs Traditional Ballad Index includes a lengthy historical exploration on its page for this song.  It includes speculation that the ballad may derive from a historical event of the early 17th century, the marriage of the young Lord Craigton to an older woman, and the lordâs subsequent death three years later.  On the other hand, such things as child marriage and blue ribbons for betrothal were common in earlier times and, so, there is speculation the song is older still.  Ian Pittaway explores the song in such a manner for his blog Early Music Muse.
Insofar as itâs already been done, and my aim is different anyway, a speculative timeline of provenance doesnât much matter for this post. Â We know itâs old. Â If it was the history that helped the song persist, then something more of it would likely be obvious in the lyrics. Â Waltz and Engleâs research shows that people collected this song under a multitude of titles throughout Britain, Ireland, Australia, and much of eastern North America. Â Very few identify a specific place, or a person even by first name.
The conclusion is obvious then, but it bears saying. Â Thereâs just got to be more going on here than âOh that poor Lord Craigton and his lady in 1634.â
We need to follow a different path of discovery if we really want to know why my Spotify playlist for this one includes over 100 tracks!  n.b. â If youâre interested in a more organized and annotated discography, Mainly Norfolk can accommodate.
â⌠Father, youâve done to me great wrongâŚâ
You wonât have to browse that playlist much to realize that something like half of the songs on it go by the title âThe Trees They Do Grow High.â Â Listen a bit and youâll hear that several others with different titles nevertheless use the same or a similar phrase as their first line. Â It is common in traditional performances, including the earliest recording of the ballad I could find. Â Though the sound quality of the 1907 wax cylinder is rough, we can hear today the singing of David Penfold, landlord of the Plough Inn at Rusper, West Sussex.
As you can also tell from my playlist, we hear this âTreesâŚâ version often in modern recordings, from the Folk Revival to the present day. Here is a melancholy Joan Baez, on her 1961 hit album Joan Baez, Vol 2.Â
Lyrics âThe Trees They Do Grow Highâ by Joan Baez
Though there is variation, her first verse is a good example of how these versions start. Â Whatever their precise wording, the imagery evokes growth in nature, a young womanâs loneliness, and her impatience as the object of her attention and affection daily approaches manhood.
The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love Iâve seen
Many an hour I have watched him all alone
Heâs young, but heâs daily growing
The rest of Baezâs lyrics match up pretty well to our first example above.  This is true, much more rather than less, of all others in this âTreesâŚâ sub-group.