Ramblin in the New Mown Hay

a.k.a. "I Like To Rise"  

Here's a nice video of the inimitable Rose Sheehan and the Newtowne Morris Men.

I like to rise when the sun she rises,
early in the morning
And I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon the layland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy,
And for ramblin' in the new mown hay.
In the 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.      


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              

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              


In winter when the sky’s gray
we hedge and ditch our times away,
but in the summer when the sun shines gay,
We go ramblin’ through the new mown hay.