Lark in the Morning

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest And goes off in the air with the dew on her breast Like a jolly plough boy she whistles and she 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 long shade He met with dark-eyed Susan she's handsome I declare And he bought her rows of ribbon for to roll around her hair He met with dark eyed Susan she's handsome I declare And she's far more enticing than the birds in the air --- Lark in the Morning - Judy Collins