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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,
't would 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.
This variant recorded by Ryan's Fancy (A Time With Ryan's Fancy ©1979, Boot Records).
See more songs by Ryan's Fancy.
A variant was also recorded as New Mown Hay by D'Arcy Broderick.
The Watersons originally recorded a variant of this song as Country Life on their 1974 album For Pence and Spicy Ale. According to A.L. Lloyd in the sleeve notes, the song was originally collected by The Watersons from a sheepdog trainer of Hawes in Wensleydale, England.
