The trees, grow high and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've Many an hour I watched him all He's young but daily growing
Father, dear father, you've done me 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 growing
Daughter, daughter, I've done you no wrong I married you to a great Lord's son And he will be a man for you when I am dead and He's but he's 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 maidens that he is married
One day I was over my father's castle wall I spied all the boys playing with a And my own love, he was the flower of them all young but he's daily growing
And so early in the morning at the 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 he was a married 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
I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll my love a shroud And stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down And every I put in it, how the tears, they will flow Cruel fate has put an end to his