Chorus
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 layland
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 is how the seasons round they go
But of all the times choose I may
I'd be rambling through the new mown hay

In summer when the summer 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 summer when the sun shines gay
We go ramblin' through the new mown hay

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

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

Words from the singing of Broadwood Morris man Bob