<"young but growing" (traditional)> 2003-11-02.3:12 p.m. Young But Growing (traditional) The trees they do grow high The leaves they do grow green Many's the time my love I've seen Many the hour I've watched him all alone He's young but he's daily growing Father dear father You've done to me great wrong You've 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 to you no wrong I've married you to a rich man's son He'll make a Lord for you to wait upon He's young but he's daily growing Oh father dear father If'n you see fit I'll send him to college for one year yet I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head To let the maidens know that he's married One day while I was walking On my father's castle wall I saw the boys they were playing with the ball My own true love was the flower of them all He's young but he's daily growing At the age of fifteen He was a married man At the age of sixteen A father of a son At the age of seventeen The grass grew over him Growth that soon put an end To his growing The trees they do grow high The leaves they do grow green Many's the time my love I have seen Many the hour I watched him all alone He's young but he's daily growing back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad