The trees, grow high and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love seen Many an hour I him all alone He's young but daily growing
Father, dear father, you've me great wrong You married me to a boy who is too young I am twice and he is but fourteen He's young but he's 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 He's but he's daily growing
Father, father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for year yet tie a blue ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know he is married
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 of them all He's young but daily growing
And so early in the at the dawning of the day They went into a hayfield for to have sport and play And what they did there she would declare But she never more complained of his
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
buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll down And every stitch I put in it, how the tears, will flow fate has put an end to his growing