The Lark In The Morning lyrics
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the ev'ning with the dew all on her breast.
And like the jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the ev'ning with the dew all on her wings.
Roger the ploughboy, he is a dashing blade
He goes whistling and singing over yonder green glade
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
She is far more enticing than the birds all in the air.
One ev'ning 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
For it's kiss me now or never love," this bonny lass did say.
When twenty long weeks they were over and were past
Her mammy 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."
Here's health to young ploughboys wherever you may be
That likes to have a bonny 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
Composer & Lyricist: Traditional
Brief: The story of Susan who meets and fancies Roger the ploughboy. They had a romanatic session in the hay and as time went on, Susan found she had fallen pregnant.
ploughboy - a country boy, a boy who guides the animals drawing a plough
dashing blade - a dashing youth.
rakes - drunkards
Category: Irish Folk
Covers: Screaming Orphans, Alex Beaton, Paddy Reilly, Jim McCann, Dún Aengus, Tony O'Leary, The Bombadils, Avalon Rising, Shanneyganock...
Album: 50 Years (Nov 16, 2012).