THE LARK IN THE MORNING

The lark in the morning she rises from her nest,
She mounts into the air with the dew on her breast.
’Twas down in yonder meadow I carelessly did stray,
For there’s no-one like the ploughboy in the merry month of May.

The lark in the morn (trad) · Jeni Melia     https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=kYboxlLZOmY&list=RDAMVMkYboxlLZOmY

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