Life Of The Country Boy (Ryan's Fancy) video
See also: New Mown Hay (D'Arcy Broderick)

I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear those small birds singing,
Merrily upon their way;
And hurrah for the life of the country boy,
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.

For I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear those small birds singing,
Merrily upon their way;
And hurrah for the life of the country boy,
And to ramble in the new-mown hay.

In winter when the sky is grey,
We hedge and we ditch our times away;
But in the summer when the sun shines gay,
We go ramblin' through the new-mown hay

For I like to rise when the sun she rises,
Early in the morning;
And I like to hear those small birds singing,
Merrily upon their way;
And hurrah for the life of the country boy,
And to ramble in the new-mown hay.

####.... Author unknown. Traditional British non-ballad ....####

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