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Title
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Ploughboys
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Singer
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King, William
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
The lark in the morning arises from her nest,
And ascends in the air with the dew upon her breast,
And with the pretty plough boy she'll whistle and she'll sing,
And at night she'll return to her own nest again.
Verse 2
When his day's work is done, what has he got to do?
Perhaps to some country wake he'll go,
And with his sweetheart he'll dance and he'll sing,
And at night he'll return with his lass back again.
Verse 3
And as they return from the wake to the town,
The meadows are mowed and the grass is cut down,
The nightingale whistles upon the hawthorn spray,
And the moon is shining on the new mown hay.
Verse 4
Good luck to the ploughboys, wherever they may be,
They will take a pretty girl to sit upon their knee,
And with a jug of beer they'll whistle and they'll sing,
For a plough boy's as happy as a prince or a king.
