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