| The trees they grow high, and the leaves they do grow green
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| Many is the time my true love I’ve seen
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| Many an hour I have watched him all alone
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| He’s young, but he’s daily growing
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| Father, dear father, you’ve done me great wrong
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| You have 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, I’ve done you no wrong
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| I have married you to a great lord’s son
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| He’ll be a man to you when I am dead and gone
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| He’s young, but he’s daily growing
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| Father, dear father, if you see fit
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| We’ll send my love to college for another year yet
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| I’ll tie blue ribbons all around his head
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| To let the ladies know that he’s married
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| One day I was looking o’er my father’s castle wall
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| I saw all the boys a-playing at 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 fourteen, he was a married man
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| Age of fifteen, the father of a son
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| Age of sixteen, on his grave the grass was green
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| Cruel death had put an end to his growing
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| I’ll make my love a shroud, at the hole in so fine
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| Every stitch I put in it, the tears come trickling down
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| Once i had a true love, but not narrow one
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| But i’ll watch for his son, 'cause he’s growing |