The trees they grow high, 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 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, 
　　 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 ow