The lark in the morn' (2)
A spring round for 2 voices
The lark in the morn'
Doth arise from her nest,
And she flies through the air
With the dew on her breast.
And like a young ploughboy
Doth whistle and sing,
And returns, in the evening,
To her own nest again.
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