The trees they grow high,
And the leaves grow green
Many is the time my [bad word] love I've seen
Many day hours I've watched him all alone
He's young, and 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'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen
He's young, and he's daily growing

Daughter, my daughter,
I've done you no wrong
I have married you to a rich man's son
You make a lord for you to way to born
He's young, and he's daily growing

At the age of sixteen, he was a married man
At the age of seventeen, the father of a son
And at the age of eighteen, grass grew over him [bad word] death put an end to his growing

The trees they grow high,
And the leaves grow green
Many is the time my [bad word] love I've seen
Many day hours I've watched him all alone
He's young, and he's daily growing