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The Lark in the Morning - stunning English folk melody

🌅 The Lark in the Morning — Romantic English Folk Ballad (Illustrated Version) #LarkInTheMorning #Englishfolk #traditionalballad #romanticfolk #northumbrianpipes This interpretation of the stunning melody 'The Lark in the Morning' embraces the gentle, lyrical spirit of English folk tradition. It tells of a shepherd and his wife exchanging tender words at dawn. Though he must rise to tend his flock, he promises to return as faithfully as the lark returns to her nest. The recurring chorus mirrors this rhythm of departure and reunion, tying their love to the natural world. Unusually, the same exquisite melody carries both verse and refrain, creating a seamless, circular musical journey. 🎶 My arrangement features: • Female voice • Fiddle, cello, Northumbrian pipes • Harp, bass, and guitar With delicate vocal harmonies that gently lift each chorus into something both intimate and rousing. First printed in Four Excellent New Songs (Edinburgh, 1778), this ballad has travelled widely across Britain, Ireland, and America. Folklorist Steve Roud suggests that many bawdier variants were lost, hinting at a once broader popularity. The Lark in the Morning has been recorded by Steeleye Span, Maddy Prior, Jackie Oates, and preserved in field recordings by Dorothy Bavey, The Copper Family, and Paddy Tunney. ⸻ 📜 Lyrics appear below 🕊️ This is my illustrated version—tender, romantic, and true to the folk tradition 🎧 Like & subscribe for more traditional ballads and original arrangements #Englishfolk #romanticfolk #larkinthemorning #folkballad O the lark in the morning she rises from her nest and she mounts all in the bright air with the dew upon her breast. And like the pretty plough boy she'll whistle, and she'll sing. And at night she will return to her nest once again. Lie still my fond shepherd and don't you rise yet. It's a cold and dewy morning and besides, my Love, it's wet. Oh, let it be wet my Love and ever so cold, I will rise my fond Flora and away to my fold. O the lark in the morning she rises from her nest and she mounts all in the bright air with the dew upon her breast. And like the pretty ploughboy, she'll whistle, and she'll sing. And at night she will return to her nest once again. I must rise with the morning, when the birds begin to sing. When the bright sun is shining and the lark is on the wing. But when day is over, and the sun is in the west, I'll return to my Flora, like the lark to her nest. O the lark in the morning she rises from her nest and she mounts all in the bright air with the dew upon her breast. And like the pretty plough boy she'll whistle, and she'll sing. And at night she will return to her nest once again. O the lark in the morning she rises from her nest and she mounts all in the bright air with the dew upon her breast. And like the pretty plough boy she'll whistle, and she'll sing. And at night she will return to her nest once again. This is my illustrated version of this most beautiful of English folk songs. It is the romantic version of the song.