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Lark In the Morning

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The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
And goes off in the air with the dew upon her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
And goes home in the evening with the dew upon her wings

Oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade
He goes off a-sing and whistling in yonder leafy shade
He’s met a dark-eyed Susan, she’s handsome I declare
She’s far more enticing then the birds all in the air

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As they were coming home from the rakes of the town
The meadow been all mowed and the grass had been cut down
As they should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
It’s kiss me now or never love, this bonnie lass did say

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When twenty long weeks were over and past
Her mommy asked the reason why she’d thickened round the waist
It was the jolly ploughboy, this handsome girl did say
He asked me for to tumble all in the new-mown hay

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Here’s a health to you ploughboys wherever you may be
That likes to have a bonnie lass a-sitting on each knee
With a pint of good strong porter he’ll whistle and he’ll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king

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