Lark in the Morning - Judy Collins
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
