Текст песни THE LARK IN THE MORNING

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

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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