The Lark In the Morning

歌詞

Lay still my fond shepherd and don't you rise yet It's a fine dewy morning and besides, my love, it is wet. Oh let it be wet my love and ever so cold I will rise my fond Floro and away to my fold. Oh no, my bright Floro, it is no such thing It's a bright sun a-shining and the lark is 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 whistle and sing And at night she will return to her own nest again When the ploughboy has done all he's got for to do He trips down to the meadows where the grass is all cut down. Oh the lark in the morning she rises from her nest And she climbs to the dawn with the dew on her breast And like a pretty ploughboy she'll whistle and sing And at night she will return to her own nest again