Oh father, dear father, you've done to me much wrong,
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You've gone and got me married to a boy who is too young.
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For he is only 16 years and I am 21,
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Oh my darling boy is young but he's growing.
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Oh daughter, dear daughter, it's you who have done wrong,
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For you and he together have gone and got a son,
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And he must have a father when I am dead and gone,
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Oh your darling boy is young but he's growing.
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One day as I was walking down by the college wall
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I saw the young men they were playing football,
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My true love was there, he was the finest of them all,
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My darling boy is young but he's growing.
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Another day I was walking down by the college wall,
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I saw the pusher, he was making his call,
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My true love was there, he was the palest of them all,
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Oh the dealer put an end to his growing.
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At the age of sixteen he was a married man,
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And at the age of seventeen the father of a son,
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And at the age of eighteen years the grass grew over him,
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The dealer put an end to his growing.
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Oh the Springtime is past and the Summer's coming on,
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It's earrings, beads, and bangles the young girls have put on,
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Once I had a true love but now I have got none,
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But I 'll watch over his son while he's growing.
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He's Young but He's Growing
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| Cara Dillon |
