Christy Moore - The Lark In The Morning lyrics

The lark in the morning she
Rises off her nest
She goes off in the air with
The dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she
Whistles and she sings
She goes off in the air 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 dark haired Susan
She's handsome I declare
And she is far more enticing than
The birds up in the air
The lark in the morning

One evening when they're coming from
The rakes of the town
The meadows bein' all mown and
The grass had been cut down
As she should chance to stumble all
On the new mown hay
Oh it's kiss me now or never
Then this bonnie lass did say
The lark in the morning

When twenty long weeks
They were over and were past
Her mammy asked the reason why
She thickened round the waist
It was the jolly ploughboy
This bonnie lass did say
He caused me for to tumble all
On the new mown hay the lark in the morning

Here's a health to you ploughboys
Wherever you may be
That like to have a bonnie
Lass a-sitting on each knee
With a pint of good strong porter
You'll whistle and you'll sing
And the ploughboy is as happy as
A bird upon the wing the lark in the morning