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 blade
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
She 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
For it's kiss me now of never love" this bonny 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
Here mammy chanced to notice how she thickened around the waist
"It was the handsome ploughboy," the maiden she did say
"for he caused me for to tumble all in the new-mown hay"
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
Here's a health to young ploughboys wherever you may be
That likes to have a bonny lass sitting on his knee
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
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
(c) Folkaholics
