Tall Trees

The trees are growing high, and the grass is growing green
The time has come to pass my love, that you and I have seen
Twas on a winters evening as I sat all alone
I saw a bonny boy, young but growing

Oh mother dear mother you've done me such wrong
You've married me to a bonny boy, his age it is so young
For he is only 12, myself barely 13
Saying your bonny boy is young but he’s growing

Oh daughter dear daughter I've done you no wrong
I've married you to a bonny boy, he is a rich lords son
A lady he will make of you if a lady you’ll be made
Oh your bonny boy is young, but he’s growing

Twas on a summers morning at the breaking of the day
They went into a corn field all for to sport and play
And what it is they did there, oh she never will say
But she never more complained at his growing

Oh mother dear mother, now if it pleases you
We’ll send him to the college for another year or two
And all around his arm we shall tie a ribbon blue
So all the other ladies know he’s married

And at the age of thirteen he was a married man
And at the age of fourteen a father to his son
And at the age of fifteen his grave was growing green
And that did put an end to his growing