I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon their branches;
And huzzah for the life of the country la**,
And to ramble in the new-mown hay.
In spring we sow at the harvest mow,
And that is how the seasons around they go;
But of all the times if choose I may,
'Twould be rambling through the new-mown hay.
I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon their branches;
And huzzah for the life of the country la**,
And to ramble in the new-mown hay.
In summer when the day is hot
We sing and we dance and we drink a lot;
We spend all night in sport and play,
And go rambling in the new-mown hay.
I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon their branches;
And huzzah for the life of the country la**,
And to ramble in the new-mown hay.
In autumn when the oak trees turn
We gather all the wood that fit to burn;
We cut, and stash, and stow away,
And go rambling in the new-mown hay.
I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon their branches;
And huzzah for the life of the country la**,
And to ramble in the new-mown hay.
In winter when the sky is grey,
We hedge and we ditch our time away;
But in the summer when the sun shines gay,
We go ramblin' in the new-mown hay
I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon their branches;
And huzzah for the life of the country la**,
And to ramble in the new-mown hay.
And to ramblin' in the new-mown hay.
And to ramblin' in the new-mown hay.