• Lark in the Morning (the)

    •          The Lark In The Morning

    Key: Dm

    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 leafy shade
    He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
    She is far more enticing then 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
    As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
    Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie 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
    Her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the waist
    It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
    For he caused 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 y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
    That likes to have a bonnie lass a 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

    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 leafy shade
    He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
    She is far more enticing then 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
    As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
    Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie 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
    Her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the waist
    It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
    For he caused 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 y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
    That likes to have a bonnie lass a 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

     

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