| The trees they do grow high
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| The leaves they do grow green
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| Many’s the time my love I have seen
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| Many the hour I watched him on the go He’s young but he’s daily growing
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| Father, dear father
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| You’ve done to me great wrong
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| You’ve married me to a boy who is too young
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| I’m twice twelve and he is but fourteen
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| He’s young but he’s daily growing
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| Daughter, dear daughter
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| I’ve done to you no wrong
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| I’ve married you to a rich man’s son
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| He’ll make a Lord for you to wed to borne
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| He’s young but he’s daily growing
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| Oh father, dear father
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| Ifin you besee-ee fit
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| I’ll send him to college for one year yet
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| I’ll tie blue ribbons all around his head
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| To let the maidens know that he’s married
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| One day while I was walking
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| On my father’s castle wall
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| I saw the boys, they were playin' with the ball
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| My own true love was the flower of them all
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| He’s young but he’s daily growing
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| At the age of fifteen
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| He was a married man
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| The age of sixteen, a father of a son
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| The age of seventeen, the grass grew over him
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| Grew that soon put an end to his growing
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| The trees they do grow high
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| The leaves they do grow green
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| Many’s the time my love I have seen
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| Many the hour I watched him all alone
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| He’s young but he’s daily growing |