The 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 near country wake he'll go,
And with his pretty sweetheart he'll dance and he'll sing,
At night he'll return with his love back again.And as they return 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,
The moon 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,
For the ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king.
Words and music of The Lark in the Morning are in The Copper Family Song Book, but not in Bob Copper's book, A Song for Every Season.
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