LARK IN THE MORNING



The lark in the morning she arises from her nest

And she ascends all in the air with the dew upon her breast

And with the pretty ploughboy she'll whistle and she'll sing

And at night she'll return to her own nest again



When his day's work is over, oh what then will he do

Perhaps then into some country wake he'll go

And with his pretty sweetheart, he'll dance and he'll sing

And at night he'll return with his love back again



And as they returned from the wake unto the town

The meadows they are mowed and the grass it is cut down

The nightingale she whistles upon the hawthorn spray

And the moon it is a shining upon the new mown hay



Good luck unto the ploughboys wherever they may be

They will take a winsome lass for to sit upon their knee

And with a jug of beer boys, they'll whistle and they'll sing

And the ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king



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recorded by the Copper Family

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