Lark In the Morning

Oh the lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
She goes whistling and singing with the dew all on her breast
Like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
She comes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings

Roger the ploughboy, he's a bonny blade
He goes whistling and singing down by yon green glade
He's met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
She's far more enticing than the birds of the air
He's met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
She's far more enticing than the birds of the air

As he was coming home from the rakes of the town
With the meadows being green and the grass just cut down
As she should chance to stumble all in the new-mown hay
"It's love me now or never" this bonnie lass did say

So good luck to the ploughboys, wherever they may be
That takes the sweet maidens to sit all on their knee
Of all love acknowledge as one rules the day
There's no life like the ploughboys' in the merry month of May

Wood
Meadow
Sky
Sky
Wood
Meadow
Sky

Oh the lark in the morning (wood), she rises off her nest
She goes whistling and singing (sky) with the dew all on her breast
Like the jolly ploughboy (meadow), she whistles and she sings (sky)
She comes home in the evening (meadow) with the dew all on her wings