Chords for The Trees they Grow so High - Jackie Oates - Broadwindsor

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_ _ _ [Db] _ The [Eb] trees they are so high and the leaves they are so green
The days past [Db] and gone sweet love [Ab] that you and [Eb] I have seen
_ _ Here's a cold winter's [Bb] night
You and [Eb] I must lie alone
While my pretty lad is [Ab] young
But he's [Eb]
growing
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[Eb] And oh father, dear [Bb] father
You [Eb] have done to me a wrong
[F] That I [Ab] should be wed unto a [Eb] lad that is too young _ _
[Bb] Here's a cold winter's night
You and I alone must be
While my pretty lad [Ab] is young
But he's [Eb] growing _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ [Eb] And oh daughter, dear
No wrong to these days
For I [Db] have married thee this day unto a rich and [Eb] son
_ _ Had the buffalo of the game here
I in tossing cannot [Eb] see
While [Bbm] my pretty lad is [Eb] young
But he's growing
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_ _ [Db] _ _ _ [Eb] _ Father, dear, if you [Eb] think it fit
Then [Bbm] send him to [Db] the school of [Ab] wild
For I am too young to be here [Eb] there yet
_ _ _ Snow of [Db] twelve lakes fall
[Eb] And I am chill and freeze
But [Bbm] my pretty lad so [Ab] lovely
[Eb] Still is grumbling _ _
_ _ _ _ I look in the garden
I look at all the wood
[Bbm] And for [Db] twenty sconers
There [Ab] my love exceed all
[Eb] _
_ [Eb] _ It's cold winter's night
Here and I must make my bow
[Bbm] While my pretty [Ab] lad is young
But he's growing
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And oh [Db] father, _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _
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_ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Eb] dear
At thirteen he married what
A father at fourteen
[Bbm]
And then his [Db] face was white as [Fm] milk
And then his [Cm] grave was green
_ And [Eb] they all were gone
And he's eased my last spread
And the buttercups of gold
Will [Bbm] stretch over my [Ab] pretty lad
[Eb] And growing
I'll _ _ _ _ _ make my love a shroud of harlequin
And [Bb] all the [Db] while I'm making [Bb] it
My tears run down the twine
_ _ And as the bell does not
I shiver as one cold
[Bbm] Weep oh my [Fm] pretty lad
Now done growing _ _
[Bbm] Weep oh my pretty [Eb] lad
Now done growing
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] And [Eb] I will
_ _ [Bbm] And _ [Ab]
I [Eb] will
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