The Lark In The Morning Traditional Folk

Released November 19, 2019

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Composition

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James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
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Traditional song arranged by James Fraser
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Nigel Robinson ("Gemini")
Scotland United Kingdom
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Drums
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Kris Pride ("KrisPride")
Bay City MI USA
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Vocals

Sound Recording

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Nigel Robinson ("Gemini")
Scotland United Kingdom
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Drums.
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James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
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Adaptation, all instruments, production.
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Kris Pride ("KrisPride")
Bay City MI USA
Other releases
Vocals
Artist's Notes

The Lark in the Morning  is an English folk song. It was moderately popular with traditional singers in England, less so in Scotland, Ireland and the USA. It starts as a hymn to the ploughboy's life, and often goes on to recount a sexual encounter between a ploughboy and a maiden resulting in pregnancy.

The earliest known version was published in a garland (a broadside containing a number of songs) called Four Excellent New Songs printed in Edinburgh in 1778. It was regularly reprinted by broadside publishers in the 19th century.

Lyrics

The Lark In The Morning

Traditional

 

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
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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
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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
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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
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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