The trees, they grow high and the leaves they do grow green,
Many an hour my true love I have seen
Many a time I've watched him all alone,
He's young but he's dearly growing
Father, dear Father, you've done me a grave 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 dearly growing
Daughter, dear Daughter, I've done you no grave wrong,
I've married you to a great lord's son
He'll make a fine man for you to wait upon,
He's young but he's dearly growing
One day I was looking o'er my father's wall,
I spied all the boys a playing at the ball
And my own true love was the fairest of them all,
He's young but he's dearly 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 grown green
And death put an end to his growing.
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