The Dubliners - The Lark in the Morning Lyrics
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The Lark in the Morning
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What Are The Lyrics For The Lark in the Morning By The Dubliners?
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Breast And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings She goes home in the evening 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 pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air The lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Breast And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Wings One evening coming home from the rakes of the town The meadows been all green and the grass had been cut Down As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie lass Did say The lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Breast And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Wings When twenty long weeks they were over and were past Her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the Waist It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say For he caused for to tumble all in the new-mown hay The lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Breast And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Wings Here's a health to y'all ploughboys wherever you may be That likes to have a bonnie 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 The lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Breast And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Wings |
Who Wrote The Lark in the Morning By The Dubliners?
Hill, Traditional, Wiltschinsky
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