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Lark in the Morning

David Keough, Wylde Green2012年3月6日

Lark in the Morning 歌詞

 

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

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 mommy 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

 

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 y'all ploughboys wherever you may be

That likes to have a bonnie lass a 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

 

 

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