The Lark In The Morning chords and lyrics - NOEL MCLOUGHLIN

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[Verse 1]
[Am]The
[G]Lark[Am]
The lark in the morning she
raises up [D]her [Em]nest
And [Am]she goes off in the air
with a dew [A]on her breast
And like a jolly plow[Am]boy she
whistles an[D]d she [Em]sings
And she comes [Am]home in the evening
with a dew [A]on [Am]her wings[Asus4]
[A]Oh, [Am]the ploughboy is a das[Em]hing lady
He goes [Am]whistling and singing
through yonder old shade
[A]He met with
Dark -Eyed
Susan, she's [Em]handsome, [D]declare
[Em]And [Am]she's far more enticing
than the birtle in the air
[A]He met with
Dark -Eyed
[Am]Susan, she's handsome, [D]I de[Em]clare
An[Am]d he's brought her loads of ribbon
for to reel [E]around [Am]her h[A]air[Asus4]
[A]The [Am]lark in the morning
she rises [D]up her [Em]nest
And she goes [Am]off in the air with
the [E]dew all on [A]her breast
An[Am]d like a j[A]olly plough boy
she whistles [Am]and s[Em]he sings
As she comes [Am]home in the evening with
the dew [E]all on [Am]her wings[A][Asus4]
[A]As they [Am]were coming home from
the waits of [Em]the town
The [Am]meadow had been all mowing
and the grass had been cut down
If there's your chance to tumble along [D]the
New
Money
[Em]Oh, it's kiss [Am]me now or never,
this funny lass would say
[A]When [Am]twenty long weeks
were [Em]over and past
Her [Am]mammy asked the reason why
she'd thickened around the waist
It was the pretty plough by this
young girl and did [Em]say
[Am]For it caused me far to tumble along the
New
Money
The lark in the morning she
raises [Em]up her nest
And [Am]she goes off in the air with
[D]the [Am]dew [A]all on her breast
And like a jolly [Am]ploughboy she
whistles as [Em]she sings
And [Am]she comes home in the evening with the [E]dew
all on her wing[Am]s[D][Em][Am]
[Em][Am]
There's a herald to you, ploughboys,
[Em]wherever you may be
That likes [Am]to have a bonnie
lassie sittin' on each knee
[A]With a pint of good strong porter
[Am]he whistles and he s[Em]ings
And the [Am]ploughboy is as happy
as a [E]prince [Am]or a [E]king[Am]
The lark in the mornin' she rises
[Em]up her nest
And she goes [Am]off in the air with
the dew all on her breast
And like a [A]jolly ploughboy [Am]she
whistles and she [Em]sings
And she comes [Am]home in the evening with
the dew all on her [Am]wings
[Em][Am][Am]