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The trees they grow high and the leaves they do grow green |
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Many is the time my true love I've seen |
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Many an hour I've watched him all alone |
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He's young but he's daily growing |
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Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong |
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You have married me to a boy who is too young |
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I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen |
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He's young but he's daily growing |
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Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong |
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I've married you to a great Lord's son |
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He'll be a man to you when I am dead and gone |
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He's young, but he's daily growing |
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Father, dear father, if you see fit |
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We'll send my love to college for one year yet |
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Tie blue ribbons all around his head |
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To let the ladies know that he's married |
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One day I was looking over my father's castle wall |
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Saw all the boys aplaying with the ball |
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My own true love was the flower of them all |
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He's young, but he's daily growing |
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At the age of fourteen he was a married man |
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Age of fifteen the father of a son |
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Age of sixteen on his grave the grass was green |
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Cruel death had put an end to his growing |
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I'll make my love a shroud at the hole in so fine |
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Every stitch I put in it, the tears come trickling down |
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Once I had a true love but not narrow one |
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But I'll watch out his son 'cause he's growing |
