The Lark In The Morning Lyrics

The Lark In The Morning lyrics

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest 

 She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast 

 And like the jolly ploughboy 

 She whistles and she sings 

 She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast 

  

 Oh Roger the ploughboy, he is a dashing blade 

 He goes whistling and singing over yonder green blade 

 He met with pretty Susan, she´s handsome I declare 

 She is far more inviting than the birds all in the air 

  

 One evening coming home from the rakes of the town 

 The meadows they are green and the grass it is cut down 

 If I should chance to tumble all in the new mown hay 

 For it´s kiss me now or never love, this bonny lass did say 

  

 When twenty long weeks they were over and were past 

 Her mammy chanced to notice how she thickened around the waist 

 It was the handsome ploughboy the maiden she did say 

 For he caused me for to tumble all in the new mown hay 

  

 Here´s a health to young ploughboys wherever you may be 

 That likes to have a bonny lass asitting on his knee 

 With a jug of good strong porter you´ll whistle and you´ll sing 

 For a ploughboy is happy as a prince or a king