The lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings She goes off in the air with the dew all on her wings Oh Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade He goes whistling and singing over yonder leafy shade He met with dark haired Susan, shes handsome I declare And she is far more enticing than the birds up in the Air The lark in the morning... One evening when theyre coming from the rakes of the Town The meadows bein all mown and the grass had been cut Down As she should chance to stumble all on the new mown hay Oh its kiss me now or never, then this bonnie lass did Say The lark in the morning... When twenty long weeks, they were over and were past Her mammy asked the reason why she thickened round the Waist It was the jolly ploughboy, this bonnie lass did say He caused me for to tumble all on the new mown hay The lark in the morning... Heres a health to you ploughboys wherever you may be That like to have a bonnie lass asitting on each knee With a pint of good strong porter, youll whistle and Youll sing And the ploughboy is as happy as a bird upon the wing The lark in the morning...
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