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Lark in the morning
The Irish Descendants Lyrics
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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
Dew all on her wings
Oh, Roger the ploughboy
He is a dashing blade
He goes whistling and singing
Over yonder leafy shade
He met with pretty Susan,
She′s handsome I declare
She is far more enticing
Then the birds all in the air
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
One evening coming home
From the rakes of the town
The meadows been all green
And the grass had been cut down
As I should chance
To tumble
All in the new-mown hay
Oh, it's kiss me now
Or never love,
This bonnie lass did say
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
When twenty long weeks
They were over
And were past
Her mommy chanced
To notice how
She thickened round the waist
It was the handsome ploughboy,
The maiden she did say
For he caused for
To tumble
All in the new-mown hay
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
Here′s a health to
Y'all ploughboys
Wherever you may be
That likes to have a bonnie lass
A sitting on his knee
With a jug of good strong porter
You'll whistle and you′ll sing
For a ploughboy is
As happy as
A prince or a king
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
The Irish Descendants's song "Lark in the Morning" tells the story of a lark that rises off her nest in the morning and goes home in the evening with dew on her breast and wings. The song then segues to the story of Roger, a dashing blade, who goes whistling and singing over the leafy shade and meets with pretty Susan, who is more enticing than the birds in the air. There is then the repeated refrain about the lark in the morning, emphasizing the free-spirited and carefree nature of the bird.
The song takes a slightly amorous turn when the singer talks about his encounter with a bonnie lass in a field of new-mown hay. The lass asks him to kiss her, and he obliges. The song then takes a surprising twist as it is revealed that the lass becomes pregnant with the ploughboy's child. The ploughboy is now referred to as the handsome ploughboy, emphasizing his attractiveness and charm.
Line by Line Meaning
The lark in the morning
The bird known as the lark begins singing early in the morning
She rises off her nest
The lark rises out of her nest to begin her morning song
She goes home in
The lark returns to her nest
The evening with the
The time of day when the lark returns home
Dew all on her breast
The morning dew has settled on the lark's breast after singing all day
And like the jolly ploughboy
Similar to the carefree ploughboy
She whistles and she sings
The lark continues to sing as she goes about her day
Oh, Roger the ploughboy
A reference to a ploughboy named Roger
He is a dashing blade
Roger is handsome or stylish
He goes whistling and singing
Roger is carefree and sings while he works
Over yonder leafy shade
Roger is working in a nearby field shaded by trees
He met with pretty Susan,
Roger meets a young woman named Susan
She′s handsome I declare
Susan is beautiful
She is far more enticing
Susan is more alluring than even the birds in the sky
Then the birds all in the air
Susan is more attractive than the birds flying above
One evening coming home
Returning home one evening
From the rakes of the town
From town after a long day of work
The meadows been all green
The meadows are lush and green
And the grass had been cut down
The grass has been recently harvested
As I should chance
By coincidence
To tumble
To trip or fall
All in the new-mown hay
Falling into recently cut hay
Oh, it's kiss me now
Susan wants a kiss right away
Or never love,
She wants a kiss now or it may never happen
This bonnie lass did say
Susan, the beautiful young lady, spoke those words
When twenty long weeks
After twenty weeks
They were over
Time had passed
Her mommy chanced
Her mother happened to observe
To notice how
To take note of
She thickened round the waist
Susan had gained some weight in her midsection
It was the handsome ploughboy,
The father of Susan's child is Roger the ploughboy
The maiden she did say
Susan, the young woman in question, spoke these words
For he caused for
Roger is responsible for
To tumble
To fall into the hay
All in the new-mown hay
Falling into freshly cut hay
Here′s a health to
Cheers to
Y'all ploughboys
All ploughboys
Wherever you may be
No matter where you are in the world
That likes to have a bonnie lass
Who likes to have a beautiful young woman
A sitting on his knee
Sitting on his lap
With a jug of good strong porter
With a vessel of strong beer
You'll whistle and you′ll sing
You'll be carefree and happy
For a ploughboy is
Being a ploughboy means
As happy as
Happiness equal to
A prince or a king
Royalty or nobility
Contributed by Gabriel W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Victor-nw3ge
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 leafy shade
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air
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
One evening coming home from the rakes of the town
The meadows been all green and the grass had been cut
Down
As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie lass
Did say
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
When twenty long weeks they were over and were past
Her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the
Waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
For he caused for to tumble all in the new-mown hay
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
Here's a health to y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
That likes to have a bonnie lass a sitting on his knee
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and
You'll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
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
@JonDoe-vd1iu
Please put this in desctiption :)The Dubliners - The Lark In The Morning lyrincs
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
and lithe 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 leafy shade
Oh met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
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 breast
one evening coming home from the rakes of the town
the meadows been all green and the grass had been cut
down
as I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
oh, it's kiss me now or never, this bonnie lass
did say
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
when twenty long weeks, they were over and had passed
her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the
waist
it was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
for he caused for to tumble all in the new mown hay
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
here's a health to y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
that likes to have a bonnie lass a sitting on his knee
with a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing
for a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
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
@freemindthinkerezrapound5071
No matter where the song comes from until the dubliners sing it you will never hear it beyond it's village
@Haselfuchs
When I found out I was pregnant, that was the first song in my mind!!! How poetic to compare the pregnancy with the carer Lark making her nest....I LOVE THE IRISH BECAUSE THEY ARE DEEP AND FUNNY BOTH TIMES.
@denismurray868
the unmistakable voice of Jim Mc Cann RIP old friend
@TheKBSeriesAuthor
This song is so catchy! I can't stop humming it after listening or even thinking about it. I can't usually listen to it just once but several in a row. Lol! This is my favorite Irish song.
@Wotsitorlabart
It's an English folk song.
@ElaineDean-jd5mv
It’s an English folk song.
@ChoppingtonOtter
If I think about this song I end up whistling it all day long :-)
@TheKBSeriesAuthor
Lolololol! Same here! It is so catchy!
@jaxonz
i dont care no one likes you@@TheKBSeriesAuthor
@MCDLHOTP
RIP Jim McCann, such a fantastic musician!