The trees, grow high and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the my true love I've seen Many an I watched him all alone young but he's daily growing
Father, dear father, you've done me wrong You married me to a boy who is too young I am twelve and he is but fourteen He's but he's daily growing
Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no 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 send him to college for another 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 father's wall I spied all the boys with a ball And my own true love, he was the of them all He's but he's daily growing
And so in the morning at the dawning of the day They 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 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, pour down And every stitch I put in it, how the tears, will flow fate has put an end to his growing