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| Em | Am | Em | Am | Em | |
| The | trees they are | tall and the | leaves | they are | green, |
| Bm | Em |
| Many a time my | true love I've seen, |
| Am | Em | Bm | |
| Many an | hour I have | passed all | alone, |
| G | Am | Em | |
| My | bonnie lad's a | long time a- | growing. |
Oh father, dear father, you've done me great wrong,
You've married me to a boy that's too young,
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,
He's young but he's daily growing.
Oh, daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong,
I've married you to a rich lord's son,
He will make a lord for you to wait upon,
He's young but he's daily growing.
Oh, father, dear father, and if you see fit,
We'll send him to college for one year yet,
I'll bind a blue ribbon all about his hat,
To let the maids know that he's married.
One day as I looked o'er my father's castle wall,
There were all the boys, a-playing with their ball,
My own true love was the flower of them all,
He's young but he's daily growing.
I made him a shirt of the finest of lawn,
I sewed it all with my own lovely hand,
And with every stitch, the tears came flowing down,
He's young but he's daily growing.
So early in the morning at the dawning of the day
They went out in the hayfield to have some sport and play.
And what they did there, she never would declare,
But she never more complained of his growing.
At the age of fourteen he was a married man,
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son,
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green,
And death put an end to his growing.
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