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 make a lord
for you to wait upon
He's young
but he's daily growing
Father, dear father
if you see fit
We'll send him to college
for one 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
with 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
And death had
put an end to his growing