Country Life

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 laylums And hurrah for the life of a country boy And to ramble in the new mowed 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 I'd be rambling through the new mowed hay For 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 laylums And hurrah for the life of a country boy And to ramble in the new mowed hay In winter when the sky is gray We hedge and ditch our times away But in summer when the sun shines gay We'd go ramblin' through the new mowed hay For 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 laylums And hurrah for the life of a country boy And to ramble in the new mowed hay