Eliza Carthy and many friends bring their voices, fiddles, button boxes and more to the joyous Country Life.
You probably can't understand the words if you don't already know them. Here's an approximation:
In the spring we sow, at the harvest mow, and so the seasons round they go,
But if all the times if choose I may, to go rambling in the new mown hay.
Oh, 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 leyland,
Hurrah for the life of the country boy and to ramble in the new mown hay.
In the winter when the skies are grey we hedge and we ditch our time away,
But in summer when the sun shines gay we go rambling in the new mown hay.
For 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 leyland,
Hurrah for the life of the country boy and to ramble in the new mown hay.