Lyrics:
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
'Twas of a brisk young ploughboy, come listen to this refrain And join with me in chorus and sing the ploughboy's praise. My song is
The lark in the morning, she rises of her nest She flies up in the air with a dew on all her breast And like the pretty ploughboy she’ll wistle
in Texas and all wearin' jeans I'm a country plough-boy, not a urban cowboy And I don't ride bulls but I have fought some men Drive a pickup
in Texas and all wearin' jeans I'm a country plough-boy, not a urban cowboy And I don't ride bulls but I have fought some men Drive a pickup
on the wing Oh the lark in the morning she rises from her nest And she mounts in the air with the dew on her breast And like a pretty ploughboy she'll
The lark in the morning awakes from her nest, She mounts in the air with the dew on her breast, O the lark and the ploughboy together can sing,
calling takes a seat upon the green In danger of falling, I'm going to beat your tambourine I shout out to the ploughboys and I call all the landgirls
A landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailor Fiddler or a dancer, a ploughboy or a sailor Gentleman, a poor man, a fool or a witty Don't let me die
I am a ploughboy stout and strong as ever drove a team And three years since as I lay a-bed I had a dreadful dream I dreamt I drove my master's
I am a ploughboy stout and strong as ever drove a team And three years since as I lay a-bed I had a dreadful dream I dreamt I drove my master's
stroke) What a quaere fellow Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, ploughboy Waiting to hear the sound And the arch-magician presides He is the leader
sings And comes home in the evening with the dew on her wings Roger the ploughboy he is a bonny blade He goes whistlin' and singin' through yonder
stroke) What a quaere fellow Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, ploughboy Waiting to hear the sound And the arch-magician presides He is the leader
sings piminy-mo Jug-a jug-a jug! Spring is here! The ploughboy starts to carol Spring appears! We don our gay apparel And fa la la! We all rejoice Come
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid Who suffered so much for what he did They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame Since that day he ain't
There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes; Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie
Oh I am a merry ploughboy And I plough the feilds all day 'Till a sudden thought came to my mind That I should roam away For im tired of this
His sidekick was an aura man, n oh but he was mean He was called The Midnight Ploughboy, n he come frae Aberdeen He had twentyseven notches on his
Come all you jolly ploughboys, who labour with a plough, And listen to the story that I will tell you now, It tis not told for glory it is not sold
Oh I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should run away Well I've always hated
There was a lady in the north, I ne'er could find her marrow, She was courted by nine gentlemen and a ploughboy lad from Yarrow. These nine sat
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid Who suffered so much for what he did They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame Since that day he ain't been
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid Who suffered so much for what he did They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame Since that day he ain't
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