Lark In The Morning Lyrics - 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