Lyrics

Traditional
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 glade
He met with dark eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air

One evening coming home from the rakes of the town
The meadows been all mowed and the grass had been cut down
Well who should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this young girl she did say

When twenty two weeks they were over and were past
Her mother asked the reason why she thickened round the waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the young girl she did say
For he caused me to tumble all in the new-mown hay

Here's a health to young ploughboys wherever you may be
Who like to have a bonnie lass a sitting on yourknee
With a pint of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king