The Merry Wives Of Windsor - Country Life/Off She Goes lyrics

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.