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Oh, father, dear father, you have done me wrong, |
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You have married me to a boy that's much too young |
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He is only 16 years, and I am 21 |
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(Interlude x2) |
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Oh, my darling boy is young |
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But he's growing |
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For, at the age of 16, he was a married man |
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At the age of 17, father of a son |
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At the age of 18 years, my love was dead and gone |
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(Interlude x2) |
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The green grass put an end to his growing |
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That green grass put an end to his growing |
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So I will go to my love's grave and I'll sit by his side |
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I'll pick my love some flowers and sow my love some shroud |
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And every stitch I'll put in, his tears, they will fall down |
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(Interlude x2) |
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Cruel fate has put an end to his growing |
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Cruel fate has put an end to his growing |
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For the trees he knew grew higher and the leaves did go green |
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The days have passed and gone, my love, that you and I have seen |
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It's a cold winter's night, my love, that I must pass alone |
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(Interlude x2) |
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But I'll watch over his son |
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While he's growing |
