My Darling Boy

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