The lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes off in the air 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 dark-eyed 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 off in the air 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 off in the air 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