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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Blue Water Folk
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Waring
Composer
Ian Grime
Composer
Rita Waring
Composer
Roger Booth
Composer
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The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
Goes up in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
Comes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
Oh Roger the ploughboy, he is a roving blade
Goes whistling and singing through yonder long shade
He's met with dark-haired Susan, she's handsome, I declare
She's far more enticing than the birds all in the air
He's met with dark-haired Susan, she's handsome, I declare
And he's bought her rolls of ribbon for to tie all in her hair
The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
Goes up in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
Comes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
As they were coming home from the wakes of the town
The meadows being mown and the grass had been cut down
And they should chance to stumble all in the new-mown hay
"Let's kiss me now or never," this bonny lass did say
And they should chance to stumble all in the new-mown hay
"Let's kiss me now or never," this bonny lass did say
The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
Goes up in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
Comes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
When twenty long weeks were over and past
Her mammy asked the reason why she'd thickened around the waist
"It was the jolly ploughboy," this bonny lass did say
"He caused me to tumble all in the new-mown hay"
"It was the jolly ploughboy," this bonny lass did say
"He caused me to tumble all in the new-mown hay"
The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
Goes up in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
Comes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
He's a have-to-me ploughboy wherever he may be
He likes to have a bonny lass to sit upon his knee
With a pint of good strong porter he'll whistle and he'll sing
And the ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
Goes up in the air with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
Comes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
Written by: Alan Waring, Ian Grime, Rita Waring, Roger Booth
