The trees, they grow high and the leaves, they do grow Many is the time my true love seen Many an I watched him all alone He's young but he's daily
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, dear daughter, I've you no wrong I have married you to a Lord's son And he will be a man for you when I am and gone young but he's daily growing
Father, father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another yet I'll tie a ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know he is married
One day I was looking my father's castle wall I spied all the playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the of them all He's young but he's daily
And so in the morning at the dawning of the day They went into a hayfield for to have some sport and And what they did she never would declare But she more 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 had put an end to his growing
I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a And every stitch I put in it, the tears, pour down And every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will Cruel fate has put an end to his