The trees, they 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 young but he's growing
Father, dear father, done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too I am twice and he is but fourteen He's but he's daily growing
Daughter, dear daughter, I've you no wrong I have you to a great Lord's son And he will be a man for you when I am dead and 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 around his To let the know that he is married
One day I was looking my father's castle wall I all the boys playing with a ball And my own love, he was the flower of them all He's young but daily growing
And so early in the morning at the of the day They into a hayfield for to have some sport and play 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, 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 Cruel has put an end to his growing