|Source: "Songs and Ballads" comp. & ed. by Klaus Buhe Verlag Neue Musik Berlin 1986 / From "Folk Songs from Somerset" ed. by Cecil J. Sharp/Charles L. Marson, London 1910|
The trees they do grow high, and the leaves they do grow green;|
But the time is gone and past, my Love, that you and I have seen.
It's a cold winter's night, my Love, when you and I must bide alone.
The bonny lad was young, but a-growing.
O father, dear father, I fear you've done me harm,
At age of sixteen, O he was a married man,
She made her love a shroud of holland, o so fine,
The trees they do grow high, and the leaves they do grow green;