The trees they grow high,
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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 have watched him all alone
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He's young,
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but he's daily growing
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Father, dear father,
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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,
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but he's daily growing
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Daughter, dear daughter,
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I've done you no wrong
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I have married you to a great lord's son
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He'll make a lord for you to wait upon
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He's young,
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but he's daily growing
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Father, dear father, if you see fit
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We'll send him to college for one year yet
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I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head
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To let the maidens know that he's married
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One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
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I spied all the boys as playing 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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At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
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At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
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And death had put an end to his growing
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Trees They Do Grow High
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Joan Baez |