Folkaholics - the lark in the morning lyrics

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<b>the lark in the morning</b> by <i>Folkaholics</i><br />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 wings

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 enticing than the birds all in the air

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 wings

One evening coming home from the rakes of the town

The meadows been all green and the grass had been cut down

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

For it's kiss me now of never love" this bonny lass did say

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 wings

When twenty long weeks they were over and were past

Here 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"

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 wings

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

That likes to have a bonny lass sitting on 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 a king

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 wings

(c) Folkaholics