This is Motherwell's text c. 1819 but said to be an old version. Stenhouse also corroborates the 1787 date for Burns recreation based on a lady he heard singing "Craigton's [sic] growing." This was reprint by Ord (Bothy Songs) without attribution.

MY BONNIE LADDIE'S LANG O' GROWING

The trees they are ivied, the leaves they are green.
The days are a' awa that I hae seen,
On the cauld winter nights I ha'e to lie my lane,
For my bonnie laddie's lang o' growing.

O father dear, you have done me great wrong,
You have wedded me to a boy that's too young,
He is scarce twelve, and I'm but thirteen,
And my bonnie laddie's lang o' growing.

O daughter dear, I have done you no wrong,
I have wedded you to a noble lord's son.
He'll be the lord, and ye'll wait on,
And your bonnie laddie's daily growing.

O father dear, if you think it fit,
We'll send him to the college a year or twa yet;
We'll tie a green ribbon round about his bar,
And that will be a token that he's married.

And O father dear, if this pleaseth you,
I will cut my hair ahoon my brow:
Coat, vest, and breeches I will put on.
And I to the college will go wi' him.

She's made him shirts o' the Holland sae fine,
And wi' her ain hands she sewed the same;
And aye the tears came trickling down.
Saying, my bonnie laddie's lang o' growing.

In his twelfth year he was a married man,
And in his thirteenth he had his auld son,
And in his fourteenth his grave it was green,
Sae that put an end to his growing.

Richie