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
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
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