Lark in the Morning
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The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
O' Roger is the ploughboy and he's a dashing blade
Goes whistling and singing over yonder leafy glade
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
She's far more enticing than the birds all in the air
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
One evening coming home from the weeks of town
The meadows all been green and the grass had been cut down
As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
It's kiss me now or never, love, the bonny lass would say
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
Twenty long weeks they were over and were past
And Annie chanced to notice how she'd thickened around the waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
For he caused me all to tumble all in the new-mown hay
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
Here's a health to all you ploughboys wherever you may be
Who likes to have a bonny lass a-sitting upon his knee
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or as a king
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
O' Roger is the ploughboy and he's a dashing blade
Goes whistling and singing over yonder leafy glade
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
She's far more enticing than the birds all in the air
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
One evening coming home from the weeks of town
The meadows all been green and the grass had been cut down
As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
It's kiss me now or never, love, the bonny lass would say
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
Twenty long weeks they were over and were past
And Annie chanced to notice how she'd thickened around the waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
For he caused me all to tumble all in the new-mown hay
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
Here's a health to all you ploughboys wherever you may be
Who likes to have a bonny lass a-sitting upon his knee
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or as a king
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like a jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings