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 [Bm]singin' through yonder long [Am]shade
He met with dark-eyed Susan she's handsome I declare
And he bought her ɾows of ɾibbon [C7]for [Dm7]to [C7]ɾoll 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