The Trees They Do Grow High

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