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 h ecaused 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