The trees they do grow high
The leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've 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've 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
Yeah, he's young but he's daily growing
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Father dear father if you see fit
We'll send him to a 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 a'playing at the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
Yes, he's young, but he's daily growing
Early in the morning about the break of day
She went down to the field there to sport and play
What she did there, she never would declare
But she ne'er more complained of his growing
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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 o'er his grave the grass was green
Cruel wars had put an end to his growing
I'll make my love a shroud of the Holland so fine
With every stitch I put in it the tears come tumbling down
With every stitch I put in it the tears they will fall
But our son is daily growing