The trees, they high and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love seen Many an I watched him all alone young but he's daily growing
Father, father, you've done me great wrong You married me to a boy who is too young I am twice twelve and he is but He's but he's daily growing
Daughter, daughter, I've done you no wrong I married you to a great Lord's son And he be a man for you when I am dead and gone young but he's daily growing
Father, father, if you see fit We'll send him to for another year 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 wall I all the boys playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the of them all He's young but daily growing
And so early in the morning at the of the day They went into a hayfield for to have some and play And they did there she never would declare But she never more of his growing
At the age of fourteen he was a 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 some flannel, I'll my love a shroud And stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down And every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will Cruel has put an end to his growing