| As I was walking by yonder church wall
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| I saw four and twenty young men a-playing at the ball
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| I asked for my own true love but they wouldn’t let him come
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| For they said the boy was young but a-growing
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| Father dear father you’ve done me much wrong
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| You’ve tied me to a boy when you know he is too young
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| But he will make a Lord for you to wait upon
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| And a lady you will be while he’s growing
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| We’ll send him to college for one year or two
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| And maybe in time the boy will do for you
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| I’ll buy you white ribbons to tie around his waist
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| For to let the ladies know that he’s married
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| The trees they do grow high and the leaves they do grow green
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| The day is passed and gone my love that you and I have seen
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| It’s on a cold winter’s night that I must lie alone
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| For the bonny boy is young but a-growing
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| At the age of sixteen he was a married man
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| And at the age of seventeen the father to a son
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| And at the age of eighteen his grave it did grow green
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| Cruel dead had put an end to his growing |