The Larks They Smelled Malodorous

'Twas pleasant and delightful one midsummer's morn
But the farmer was muck-spreading and had been since dawn
Over blackbirds and thrushes the slurry it did spray
And the larks they smelled malodorous at the dawning of the day
	And the larks they smelled malodorous
	And the larks they smelled malodorous 
And the larks they smelled malodorous at the dawning of the day.

A sailor and his true love were walking one day
Said the sailor to his true love "I'm bound far away
There’s no larks in the Indies, where loud cannons do roar
I must go and leave this country and hear their song no more
	I must go and leave this country
	I must go and leave this country
I must go and leave this country and hear their song no more."

Two larks from the bushes she instantly drew
Saying "Take these, dearest Willie, and their song will go too."
And as she embraced, her tears from her eyes fell
Saying "Takes these birds along with you."  "Oh no, me love - they smell!"
	Saying "Takes these birds along with you."
	Saying "Takes these birds along with you."
Saying "Take these birds along with you."  "Oh no, me love - they smell!"

"Now fare thee well, my dearest Nancy, I'm bound far away
You're a pacifist, sing anti-war songs; I'm a warrior - and gay.
We're off to kill foreigners on the next flowing tide
But if ever I repent my ways, I'll sing Arthur McBride
	But if ever I repent my ways,
	But if ever I repent my ways,
But if ever I repent my ways, I'll sing Arthur McBride."