The trees they do grow high and the leaves they do grow green
Many’s the time, my true love, I have seen,
Many a day I watched him all alone,
He’s young but he’s daily growing.
Father, dear father, you’ve done to me great wrong,
you’ve married me to a boy who is to young,
I am twice twelf and he is but fourteen.
He’s young but he’s daily growing.
„Daughter, dear daughter, I’ve done to you no wrong,
I’ve married you to a rich lords son,
He’ll be a match for you when I am dead and gone.
He’s young but he’s daily growing.„
Father, dear fatgher, if you would see a whit,
You’d send my love to college for one year yet,
Tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the ladies know that he is maried.
At the age of fourteen he was a married man,
Age of fifteen, a father of a son,
Age of sixteen, on his grave the grass was green,
A bullet put an end to his growing.
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