The trees, they grow and the leaves, they do grow green is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I him all alone He's young but he's daily
Father, father, you've done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too I am twice and he is but fourteen He's young but daily growing
Daughter, dear daughter, done you no wrong I married you to a great 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 send him to college for another yet I'll tie a blue all around his head To let the maidens know that he is
One day I was looking over my father's castle I spied all the playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the of them all young but he's daily growing
And so in the morning at the dawning of the day They went into a hayfield for to have some 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
I'll buy my love 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, they will Cruel has put an end to his growing