lark in the morning

the lark in the morning she rises off her nest

and goes off in the air with the dew on her breast

like a jolly plough boy she whistles and she sings

and comes home in the evening with the dew on her wings

roger the ploughboy he is a bonny blade

he goes whistlin' and singin' through yonder long shade

he met with dark-eyed susan she's handsome i declare

and he bought her rows of ribbon for to roll around her hair

he met with dark eyed susan she's handsome i declare

and she's far more enticing than the birds in the air