Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

Lark in the Morning, The

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Chorus:
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest,
She goes off in the air 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 whist-ling and singing over yonder green glade.
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare,
And she's far more enticing than the birds all in the air.

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One evening coming home from the rakes of the town,
The meadows being all mown and the grass has 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 bonnie lass did say.

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When twenty long weeks they were over and were past,
Her mummy chanced to notice how she'd thickened around her waist.
"It was the jolly ploughboy", the maiden she did say,
For he caused me for to tumble all in the new-mown hay.

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Here's a health to all you ploughboys wherever you may be,
That like to have a bonnie lass a-sitting on his knee.
With a pint of good strong porter he'll whistle and he'll sing,
And the ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king.

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