Wild Silk - The Lark In The Morning lyrics

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest And she goes off in the air with the dew all on her brest And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings And goes home in the evening with dew all on her wings Oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade He goes whitling and singing for yonder leafy shade He met with dark-eyes Susan, she's handsome I declare And she is far more enticing than the birds all in the air As they were coming home from the rakes of the town The meadow bein' all mown and the gras had been cut down As they should chance to tumble all on the new-mown hay "Oh it's kiss me now or never", this bonnie la** would say When twenty long weeks were over and past Her mammy asked the reason why she thickened round the waist "It was the pretty ploughboy" this girl then did say "For he asked me for to tumble all on the new-mown hay" Here's a health to you ploughboys wherever you may be That like to have a bonnie la** a-sittin' on each 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 And she goes off in the air with the dew all on her brest And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings And goes home in the evening with dew all on her wings