I like to rise when the sun she rises

Early in the morning

I like to hear them small birds singing

Merrily upon the 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 if all the times if choose I may

To be 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 laylum

And hurrah for the life of a country boy

And to ramble in the new-mown hay

In winter when the sky is grey

We hedge and ditch our times away

But in the summer when the sun shines gay

We go rambling 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 laylum

And hurrah for the life of a country boy

And to ramble in the new-mown hay