The Lark in the Morning Lyrics & Tabs by The Dubliners

The Lark in the Morning

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The Dubliners

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 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 meadow's been all green and the grass had been cut down
If I should chance to tumble all in the new mown hay

One evening coming home from the rakes of the town
The meadow's 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 mommy chanced to notice how she thickened 'round 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 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