{"id":1076,"date":"2013-09-18T12:40:49","date_gmt":"2013-09-18T16:40:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=1076"},"modified":"2018-02-26T10:17:35","modified_gmt":"2018-02-26T14:17:35","slug":"i-like-to-rise-country-life","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=1076","title":{"rendered":"I Like To Rise (Country Life)"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is a song I believe Cliff learned from the singing of the Watersons.\u00a0 Two of the verses\u00a0below are from their album “For Pence and Spicy Ale” but Cliff will sometimes vary the lyrics to his own taste. \u00a0Recently I have been informed that the song was composed by a Harry Linn in the 1870s.<\/p>\n

Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n

\"17th-Century<\/a><\/p>\n

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CHORUS:
\nI like to rise when the sun she rises,
\nearly in the morning
\nAnd I like to hear them small birds singing,
\nMerrily upon their layland
\nAnd hurrah for the life of a country boy,
\nAnd to ramble in the new mown hay.
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In spring we sow at the harvest mow
\nAnd that is how the seasons round they go
\nbut of all the times, if choose I may,
\nI’d be rambling through the new mown hay.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CHORUS:<\/strong><\/p>\n

In summer when the sun is hot
\nWe sing, and we dance, and we drink a lot
\nWe spend all night in sport and play
\nAnd go rambling in the new mown hay\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CHORUS:<\/strong><\/p>\n

In autumn when the oak trees turn
\nWe gather all the wood that’s fit to burn
\nWe cut and stash and stow away
\nAnd go rambling in the new mown hay\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CHORUS:<\/strong><\/p>\n

In winter when the sky’s gray
\nwe hedge and ditch our times away,
\nbut in the summer when the sun shines gay,
\nWe go ramblin’ through the new mown hay.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CHORUS:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh Nancy is me darling gay
\nAnd she blooms like the flowers every day
\nBut I love her best in the month of May
\nWhen we’re rambling through the new mown hay\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CHORUS 2x:<\/strong><\/p>\n

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