The Lark in the Morning Jim McCann (Ft. The Dubliners)
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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 green glade
He met with pretty Susan, shе's handsome I declare
Shе is far more enticing than 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
If 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 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
When twenty long weeks, they were over and were past
Her mammy chanced to notice how she thickened round the waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
For he caused for to tumble all in the new-mown hay
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 green glade
He met with pretty Susan, shе's handsome I declare
Shе is far more enticing than 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
If 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 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
When twenty long weeks, they were over and were past
Her mammy chanced to notice how she thickened round the waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
For he caused for to tumble all in the new-mown hay
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