Song Description
Girl falls in love with bad boy, but seems in a good mood about it. Features lots of Celtic harp, and is followed by rocking fiddle tune.
| Song Length |
4:55 |
Genre |
World - Celtic, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Charming, Pleasant |
Subject |
Relationship, Bad Love |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
THE LARK IN THE MORNING
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.
Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade,
He goes whistling and singing through yonder leafy shade
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome, I declare
She's far more enticing than the birds all in the air.
CHORUS
As they were coming home from the rakes of the town,
The meadow bein' all mown and the grass had been cut down
As they should chance to tumble all on the new-mown hay
It's kiss me now or never, this bonnie lass would say.
CHORUS
When twenty long weeks were over and past
Her mammy asked the reason why she thickened round the waist
It was the pretty ploughboy this young girl did say,
For he asked me for to tumble all on the new-mown hay.
CHORUS
Here's a health to you ploughboys where ever you may be
That likes to have a bonnie lass a-sittin' on each 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.