The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I`ve seen
Many an hour I have 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`m 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
He`ll be a man to 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 to college for another year yet
I`ll tie blue ribbons 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 aplaying at the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He`s young, but he`s daily growing
At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
Cruel death had put an end to his growing
I`ll buy my love some flannel and I will make a shroud
With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down
With every stitch I put in it, how the tears will flow
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing