The trees, they high and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've Many an I watched him all alone He's young but he's growing
Father, dear father, you've done me great You married me to a boy who is too young I am twice twelve and he is but He's young but he's daily
Daughter, dear daughter, I've you no wrong I have married you to a great son And he will be a man for you I am dead and gone He's young but he's daily
Father, father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another yet tie a blue ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know that he is
One day I was looking over my father's castle I spied all the boys playing a ball And my own true love, he was the flower of all He's but he's daily growing
And so in the morning at the dawning of the day They went into a for to have some sport and play And they did there she never would declare But she never more of his growing
At the age of he was a married man At the age of fifteen, the of my son At the age of sixteen, his grave, it was And had put an end to his growing
I'll buy my love flannel, I'll make my love a shroud And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour And stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow Cruel has put an end to his growing