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Lyrics
The trees they grow high and the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many is the hour I've watch him all lone
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
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
So early in the morning at the dawning of the day
They went unto a hayfield for to have some sport and play
What they did there oh she never will 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
Cruel death had put an end to his growing
I'll buy my love some flannel and make my love a shroud
Every stitch I put in it the tears they will fall down
Every stitch I put in it the tears they will flow
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing
