Bonnie boy is young

The trees they grow tall, the grass is growing green;
Many a cold and winter night that I alone have been
It is a cold and cruel night when I must lie alone
The Bonny Boy is young, but he is growing
Oh! father, dear father I think you done me wrong
To go and get me married to one who is so young
For he is only sixteen years and I am twenty-one
The bonny boy is young but hes growing
Oh! daughter, dear daughter, I did not do you wrong
For I have married you to a rich mans son
And he shall be a match for thee when I am dead and gone
He is young, but he is daily growing
Oh! father, dear father, Ill tell you what Ill do;
Ill send the boy to college for another year or two;
And all around his college cap, Ill bind a ribbon blue
For to let the ladies know that hes married
A year it went by and I passed the college wall
And saw the young collegians a -playing at the ball;
Amidst them was my own true love, the fairest of them all
He was young but he was daily growing
At the age of sixteen he was a married man
And at the age of seventeen he was the father of a son
At the age of eighteen, his grave had all grown green;
And the death put an end to his growing
Ill make my love a shroud of ornamental brown;
And whilst I am a making it, the tears they will run down;
For once I had my own love, now hes lying low
And Ill nurse his bonny boy while hes growing