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