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The trees they grow tall, the grass is growing green;
Many a cold and winter night that I alone have been
It is a cold and cruel night when I must lie alone
The Bonny Boy is young, but he is growing
Oh! father, dear father I think you done me wrong
To go and get me married to one who is so young
For he is only sixteen years and I am twenty-one
The bonny boy is young but he's growing
Oh! daughter, dear daughter, I did not do you wrong
For I have married you to a rich man's son
And he shall be a match for thee when I am dead and gone
He is young, but he is daily growing
Oh! father, dear father, I'll tell you what I'll do;
I'll send the boy to college for another year or two;
And all around his college cap, I'll bind a ribbon blue
For to let the ladies know that he's married
A year it went by and I passed the college wall
And saw the young collegians a-playing at the ball;
Amidst them was my own true love, the fairest of them all
He was young but he was daily growing
At the age of sixteen he was a married man
And at the age of seventeen he was the father of a son
At the age of eighteen, his grave had all grown green;
And the death put an end to his growing
I'll make my love a shroud of ornamental brown;
And whilst I am a making it, the tears they will run down;
For once I had my own love, now he's lying low
And I'll nurse his bonny boy while he's growing
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