The Trees They Do Grow High ØXN (IRE)

The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time, my true love I've seen
Many these hours, I've 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'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
Hе'll make for you a lord to wait upon
He's young but he's daily growing

Onе day I was looking o'er my father's wall
I spied all the boys as playing with the ball
My own true love, the flower of them all
He's young but he's daily growing

At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, a father to a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
And death put an end to his growing