The trees they grow high, and the leaves they do grow green
Many's the time my true love has seen
Many-an hour I've watched him, all alone
He's young, but he's daily growing
Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong
You have married me to a boy who is too young
I am twice twelve, and he is but fourteen
He's young, but he's daily growing
Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong
I have married you to a great lord's son
And he will be a man for you when I am dead and gone
He's young, but he's daily growing
Father, dear father, if you see fit
We'll send him off to college for another year yet
I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head
To let the maidens know that he's married
One day, I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys, playing with a ball
And my own true love, he was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing
And so, early in the morning, at the dawning of the day
They went into a hayfield, for to have some sport-and-play
And what they did there, well, she never would declare
But she never more complained of his growing
At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of my son
At the age of sixteen, his grave, it was green
And death had put an end to his growing
I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud
And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down
And every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing
