我喜欢爱尔兰的歌曲，因为很多都是ballad,由民间故事改编成歌曲，没有重复，娓娓道来其故事。这种民谣英国文学中重要组成部分。这首歌曲当年只有1分钟的试听，I at once fell in love with this song。近日再听，韵味不减。虽是老歌，隽永浓情。歌曲通过父女的对话展开……

Daily Growing...---- Altan

And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day,
They went into a hayfield to have some sport and play,
And what they did there she never would declare,
But she never more complained of his growing.

At the age of fourteen he was a married man,
At the age of fifteen the father of my son,
At the age of sixteen his grave it was green,
And death had put an end to his growing.

I'll buy my love some flannel,
I'll make my love a shroud,
With every stitch I put in it,
the tears they will pour down,
With every stitch I put in it,
how the tears they will flow,
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing.