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