Lark In the Morning

Oh the lark in the morning, she rises off her nest She goes whistling and singing with the dew all on her breast Like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings She comes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings Roger the ploughboy, he's a bonny blade He goes whistling and singing down by yon green glade He's met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare She's far more enticing than the birds of the air He's met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare She's far more enticing than the birds of the air As he was coming home from the rakes of the town With the meadows being green and the grass just cut down As she should chance to stumble all in the new-mown hay "It's love me now or never" this bonnie lass did say So good luck to the ploughboys, wherever they may be That takes the sweet maidens to sit all on their knee Of all love acknowledge as one rules the day There's no life like the ploughboys' in the merry month of May Wood Meadow Sky Sky Wood Meadow Sky Oh the lark in the morning (wood), she rises off her nest She goes whistling and singing (sky) with the dew all on her breast Like the jolly ploughboy (meadow), she whistles and she sings (sky) She comes home in the evening (meadow) with the dew all on her wings