And that is how the seasons around they go
But of all the time to choose I may
I'll go ramblin' in the new moon hay
In summer when the sun shines hot
We sing and we dance and we drink a lot
And we spend all night in sport and play
And we ramble in the new -mown hay
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
Merrily upon their leyland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
To ramble in the new morning
In autumn when the oak trees turn
We gather all the wood that's fit to burn
And we cut and we slash and we stow away
And we ramble in the new moon, hey
In winter when the skies are grey
We hedge and we ditch our time away
But in summer when the sun shines gay
I'll go rambling in the new moon, hey
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
Merrily upon the Leyland,
And hurrah for the life of a country boy,
To ramble in the new -mown hay.
Clash their sticks and to drink their ale
And I like to hear them bells a -ringer
And I love her best in the month of May
For I like to rise when the sun she rises
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new moon,
And a rock for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new -mown hay
I'm gonna miss you, I'm gonna