Daily Growing

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 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 am 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 And he will be a man for 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 him to college for another year yet I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know that he is married One day I was looking over my father's castle wall I spied all the boys playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the flower of them all He's young but he's 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 I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down Amd every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow Cruel fate has put an end to his growing