The Trees They Do Grow High (Alternate Take)

The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love
Ive seenMany an hour
I have 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
Im 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
Hell be a man to 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 blue ribbons all around his head
To let the maidens know that hes married
One day I was looking oer my fathers castle wall
I spied all the boys a-playing at the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
Hes young, but hes daily 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, on his grave the grass was green
Cruel death had put an end to his growing
Ill 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