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 laylum 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 through the new mown hay. I like to rise ... In summer when the sun is hot We sing, and we dance, and we drink a lot We spend all night in sport and play And go rambling in the new mown hay I like to rise ... In the autumn-time when the leaves do fall That is apple-picking time for all When the cider's pressed and stored away We can ramble in the new-mown hay I like to rise ... In winter when the sky is gray we hedge and ditch our times away, but in the summer when the sun shines gay, We go rambling through the new mown hay. I like to rise ...
Notes: song history and discography [Mainly Norfolk]