[Refrão]
A                       D       E 
I like to rise when the sun she rises, 
A            D  E 
early in the morning 
   A                    D           E 
And I like to hear them small birds singing, 
A                  D  E 
Merrily upon their laylums 
    A                        D       E 
And hurrah for the life of a country boy, 
       A             E         A 
And to ramble in the new mowed hay. 

verse 1 
A                       D       E 
In spring we sow at the harvest mow 
    A                       D          E 
And that is how the seasons round they go 
      A              D        E 
but of all the times choose I may 
       A                    E         A 
I'd be rambling through the new mowed hay. 


[Refrão]
    A                       D       E 
For I like to rise when the sun she rises, 
A            D  E 
early in the morning 
   A                    D           E 
And I like to hear them small birds singing, 
A                  D  E 
Merrily upon their laylums 
    A                        D       E 
And hurrah for the life of a country boy, 
       A             E         A 
And to ramble in the new mowed hay. 

verse 2 
   A               D     E 
In winter when the sky's gray 
A                      D     E 
we hedge and ditch our times away, 
       A               D          E 
but in summer when the sun shines gay, 
        A                    E         A 
We'd go ramblin' through the new mowed hay. 


[Refrão]
    A                       D       E 
For I like to rise when the sun she rises, 
A            D  E 
early in the morning 
   A                    D           E 
And I like to hear them small birds singing, 
A                  D  E 
Merrily upon their laylums 
    A                        D       E 
And hurrah for the life of a country boy, 
       A             E         A 
And to ramble in the new mowed hay.