I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
I like to hear them small birds singing
Merrily upon their lay-land
And hurrah for the life of a country kid
And to ramble in the new mown hay
In the Spring we sow, in the harvest mow
And thatЂ™s how the seasons around they go
But of all the times if choose I may
ItЂ™s to ramble in the new mown hay
I like to rise when the sun she risesЂ¦
In the Winter when the sky is gray
We edge and ditch our lives away
In the Summer when the sun shines gay
We go ramble in the new mown hay
I like to rise when the sun she risesЂ¦
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