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Sure, 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 layland;
And they're all for the life of a country boy,
And a ramble in the new-mown hay.
In spring we sow what the harvest mow,
And that is how the seasons around they go;
But of all the times, if choose I may,
I'd be ramblin' through the new-mown hay.
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 layland;
And they're all for the life of a country boy,
And a ramble in the new-mown hay.
In winter when the skies are gray,
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.
Yes, 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 layland;
And they're all for the life of a country boy,
And a ramble in the new-mown hay.
Yes, 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 layland;
And they're all for the life of a country boy,
And a ramble in the new-mown hay.
(Capo 4th Fret)
Intro: [E] (Up stroke 8 times) [E] [A] [B] x3 [D] [A] [B]
Chorus:
Sure, [E] I like to rise when the [A] sun she [B] rises
[E] Early in the [A] morn- [B] ing,
And [E] I like to hear those [A] small birds [B] singing
[E] Merrily upon their [A] lay- [B] land;
And they're [E] all for the life of a [A] country [B] boy,
And a [E] ramble in the [B] new-mown [E] hay.
In [E] spring we sow what the [A] harvest [B] mow,
And [E] that is how the seasons a- [A] round they [B] go;
But of [E] all the times, if [A] choose I [B] may,
I'd be [E] ramblin' through the [A] new-mown [E] hay.
Chorus:
[E] I like to rise when the [A] sun she [B] rises
[E] Early in the [A] morn- [B] ing,
And [E] I like to hear those [A] small birds [B] singing
[E] Merrily upon their [A] lay- [B] land;
And they're [E] all for the life of a [A] country [B] boy,
And a [E] ramble in the [B] new-mown [E] hay.
Interlude
In [E] winter when the [A] skies are [B] gray,
We [E] hedge and we ditch our [A] times a- [B] way;
But in the [E] summer when, the [A] sun shines [B] gay,
We go [E] ramblin' through the [A] new-mown [E] hay.
Chorus:
Yes, [E] I like to rise when the [A] sun she [B] rises
[E] Early in the [A] morn- [B] ing,
And [E] I like to hear those [A] small birds [B] singing
[E] Merrily upon their [A] lay- [B] land;
And they're [E] all for the life of a [A] country [B] boy,
And a [E] ramble in the [B] new-mown [E] hay.
Chorus:
Yes, [E] I like to rise when the [A] sun she [B] rises
[E] Early in the [A] morn- [B] ing,
And [E] I like to hear those [A] small birds [B] singing
[E] Merrily upon their [A] lay- [B] land;
And they're [E] all for the life of a [A] country [B] boy,
And a [E] ramble in the [B] new-mown [E] hay.
~ Chords contributed by Bob Dumais ~