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(Emin)The
trees they grow (D)high, the (Emin)leaves
they do grow green
(D)Many is the time my (Emin)true
love I've seen
Many an (D)hour I have (Emin)watched
him all alone
He's (D)young, but he's daily (Emin)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 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 blue ribbons all around his head
To let the maidens know that he's married
One day I was looking
o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys aplaying at the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing
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And
so early in the morning at the dawning of the day
They went out into the hayfield 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 a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
And death had put an end to his growing
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I'll
buy my love some flannel and I will make a shroud
With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down
With every stitch I put in it, how the tears will flow
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing.
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