The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love Ive seen Many an hour I watched him all alone Hes young but hes daily growing Father, dear father, youve done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too young I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen Hes young but hes daily growing Daughter, dear daughter, Ive done you no wrong I have married you to a great lords son And he will be a man for you when I am dead and gone Hes young but hes daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit Well send him to college for another year yet Ill tie a blue ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know that he is married One day I was looking over my fathers castle wall I spied all the boys playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the flower of them all Hes young but hes daily growing And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day They went into a hayfield for to have some sport and play And what they did there she never would declare But she never more complained of his growing At the age of fourteen he was a married man At the age of fifteen, the father of my son At the age of sixteen, his grave, it was green And death had put an end to his growing Ill buy my love some flannel, Ill make my love a shroud And every stitch I put in it, the tears, theyll pour down Amd every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow Cruel fate has put an end to his growing https://youtube/watch?v=5pERSn7QK_8
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 00:38:59 +0000
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