Oh, father, dear father, you have done me wrong, You have married me to a boy that's much too young He is only 16 years, and I am 21 Oh, my darling boy is young But he's growing Oh, my darling boy is young But he's growing For, at the age of 16, he was a married man At the age of 17, father of a son At the age of 18 years, my love was dead and gone The green grass put an end to his growing That green grass put an end to his growing So I will go to my love's grave and I'll sit by his side I'll pick my love some flowers and sow my love some shroud And every stitch I'll put in, his tears, they will fall down Cruel fate has put an end to his growing Cruel fate has put an end to his growing For the trees he knew grew higher and the leaves did go green The days have passed and gone, my love, that you and I have seen It's a cold winter's night, my love, that I must pass alone But I'll watch over his son While he's growing But I'll watch over his son While he's growing But I'll watch over his son While he's growing