The Trees They Do Grow High

the trees they grow high, & the leaves they do grow green,
 many is the time - my own true love ive seen.
 many is the hour - i've watched him all alone.
 he's young, but he's dai-ly growin'.
 father, dear father, you've done me great wrong.
 you've married me - to a boy who is too young.
 i am twice twelve - and he is but fourteen.
 he's young, but he's dai-ly growin'.
 daughter, dear daughter, i've done you no wrong.
 i've married you - to a brave lord's son.
 he'll be a man to you, when i am dead and gone
 he's young, but he's dai-ly growin'
 father, dear father, if you see fit,
 send him off to college, for one year yet.
 i'll tie blue ribbons - all around his head.
 to let the ladies know, that he's married.
 one day as i was looking o'er my father's garden wall,
 i spied the young boys - all playing with their ball.
 my own true love - he was the fairest of them all.
 he's young, but he's dai-ly growin'
 at the age of 14 - he was a married man.
 at the age of 15 - the father of a son.
 at the age of 16 - on his grave the grass was green,
 cruel death, had put an end, to his growin' . (pause) to his growin' .
 i'll make my love a shroud - of the garden so fine.
 every stitch i stitch on it - the tears come trickling down.
 once i had a true love - but now nary a one.
 but i'll watch, o'er his son, while he's growin' while he's growin