Rambling in the New-Mown Hay ...

Here's a rustic song we might share some time:

 

Country Life 

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 leyland,

And hurrah for the life of a country boy,

And to ramble in the new mown hay. 

In spring we sow at the harvest mow,

And that’s 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 when the sun she rises …

 

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 when the sun she rises …

 

In autumn when the oak trees turn

We gather all the wood that's fit to burn.

We cut and stash and stow away,

And go rambling in the new mown hay.

 

I like to rise when the sun she rises …

 

In winter when the sky is gray

We hedge and ditch our times away,

But in summer when the sun shines gay,

We go rambling through the new mowed hay.

 

I like to rise when the sun she rises …

Oh, Nancy is my darling gay,

And she blooms like the flowers every day,

But I love her best in the month of May

When we're rambling through the new mown hay.

 

I like to rise when the sun she rises …

 

I like to hear the Morris dancers

Clash their sticks and drink our ale.

I like to hear those bells a-ringing

As we ramble in the new mown hay.

 

I like to rise when the sun she rises …

It’s a trad song, but you can hear a recording on The Watersons’ album ‘For Pence and Spicy Ale’, track 1, athough Mike W. sings only two verses - Hit this link: The Watersons - Country Life