Country Life

Chorus: I like to rise when the sun she rises, Early in the morning I like to hear them small birds singing, Merrily upon their laylum And hurrah for the life of a country boy, And to ramble in the new mown hay.

In spring we sow, at the harvest mow And that is how the seasons round they go But of all the times choose I may To go ramblin' in the new mown hay

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In winter when the sky is gray We hedge and ditch our time away, But in summer when the sun shines gay, We go ramblin' in the new mown hay.

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In autumn when the oak trees turn We gather all the wood that's fit to burn We cut and stash and stow away And go ramblin' in the new mown hay.