Country Life

I like to rise when the sun she rises, 
early in the morning
And I like to hear the small birds singing,
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country kid,
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 of all the times, if choose I may,
I’d be rambling in the new mown hay.    

I like to rise when the sun she rises, 
early in the morning
And I like to hear the small birds singing,
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country kid,
And to ramble in the new mown hay.

In summer when the sun is hot
We sing, and we dance, and we play a lot
We spend all night in sport and play
And go rambling in the new mown hay       

I like to rise when the sun she rises, 
early in the morning
And I like to hear the small birds singing,
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country kid,
And to ramble in the new mown hay.

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