I like to rise when the sun she rises
early in the morning
I like to hear them small birds
singing mer rily upon the leyland
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's how the
seasons round they go
Of all the times I choose I may
I'll go rambling in the new mown hay
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
I like to hear them small birds
singing merrily upon
the ley land.
Hurrah for the life of the country boy
and to ramble in the new mown hay.
In summer when the sun is hot
we sing and we dance and we drink a lot.
We spend all our time in sports and play,
and go rambling in the new mown hay.
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
early in the morning.
I like to hear them small birds
singing mer rily upon the Leyland.
Hurrah for the life of country boy
and to ramble in the new mown hay.
In autumn when the oak trees turn,
we'll gather all the wood that's fit to burn.
We'll cut and we stash and we stow away
and go rambling in the new mown hay.
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
early in the morning.
I like to hear them small birds
singing mer rily upon the Leyland.
Hurrah for the life of the country boy
and to rumble in the new mown hay.
In win ter when the skies are grey
We hedge and we ditch our time away
But in summer when the
sun shines gay
We'll go rambling in the new mown hay
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
I like to hear them small birds
singing merrily upon the Leyland.
Hurrah for the life of the country boy
and to ramble in the new mown hay.
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
early in the morning.
I like to hear them small birds
singing merrily upon the Leyland.
Hurrah for the life of the country boy,
and to ramble in the new mown hay.