The trees they do grow highThe leaves they do grow greenMany's the time my love I have seenMany the hour I watched h im on the goHe's young but he's daily growingFather, dear fatherYou've done to me great wrongYou've married me to a boy wh o is too youngI'm twice twelve and he is but fourteenHe's young but he's daily growingDaughter, dear daughterI've done to you no wrongI've married you to a rich man's sonHe'll make a Lord for you to wed to borneHe's young but he's daily growing Oh father, dear fatherIfin you besee-ee fitI'll send him to college for one year yetI'll tie blue ribbons all around his hea dTo let the maidens know that he's marriedOne day while I was walkingOn my father's castle wallI saw the boys, they were p layin' with the ballMy own true love was the flower of them allHe's young but he's daily growingAt the age of fifteenHe wa s a married manThe age of sixteen, a father of a sonThe age of seventeen, the grass grew over himGrew that soon put an end t o his growingThe trees they do grow highThe leaves they do grow greenMany's the time my love I have seenMany the hour I wa tched him all aloneHe's young but he's daily growing