As I was walking by yonder church wall I saw four and twenty young men a-playing at the ball I asked for my own true love but they wouldn't let him come For they said the boy was young but a-growing.
Father dear father you've done me much wrong You've tied me to a boy when you know he is too young But he will make a Lord for you to wait upon And a lady you will be while he's growing
We'll send him to college for one year or two And maybe in time the boy will do for you I'll buy you white ribbons to tie around his waist For to let the ladies know that he's married
The trees they do grow high and the leaves they do grow green The day is passed and gone my love that you and I have seen It's on a cold winter's night that I must lie alone For the bonny boy is young but a-growing
At the age of sixteen he was a married man And at the age of seventeen the father to a son And at the age of eighteen his grave it did grow green Cruel dead had put an end to his growing.