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 green blade 
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare 
She is far more enticing than 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 
"If I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay 
For it's kiss me now of never love" this bonny 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 
Here mammy chanced to notice how she thickened around 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" 

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 young ploughboys wherever you may be 
That likes to have a bonny lass 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


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