The lark in the morning
Language: English
As I was a-walking one morning in the Spring, I heard a pretty damsel most sweetly to sing, And as she was singing these words she did say, 'There's no life like a ploughboy's all in the month of May!' The lark in the morning doth rise from her nest She mounts in the air with the dew round her breast. It's all day long she will whistle and sing, And at night she will return to her own nest again, again. And when the pretty ploughboy his day's work is done, He trips down to the meadows where the grass is all cut down, And there with his sweetheart he'll dance and he'll sing, And at night he will return with his lass At night he will return with his lass home again.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872 - 1958), "The lark in the morning", 1950 [women's chorus], from the cantata Folk Songs of the Four Seasons, no. 2b, (Spring), Oxford University Press [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Lidy van Noordenburg
This text was added to the website: 2010-01-31
Line count: 13
Word count: 134