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I like to rise when the sun she rises,
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early in the morning
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And I like to hear them small birds singing,
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Merrily upon their laylums
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And hurrah for the life of a country boy,
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And to ramble in the new mowed hay.
verse 1
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In spring we sow at the harvest mow
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And that is how the seasons round they go
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but of all the times choose I may
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I'd be rambling through the new mowed hay.
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For I like to rise when the sun she rises,
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early in the morning
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And I like to hear them small birds singing,
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Merrily upon their laylums
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And hurrah for the life of a country boy,
A E A
And to ramble in the new mowed hay.
verse 2
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In winter when the sky's gray
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we hedge and ditch our times away,
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but in summer when the sun shines gay,
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We'd go ramblin' through the new mowed hay.
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For I like to rise when the sun she rises,
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early in the morning
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And I like to hear them small birds singing,
A D E
Merrily upon their laylums
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And hurrah for the life of a country boy,
A E A
And to ramble in the new mowed hay.