The Trees They Do Grow High

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 over 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