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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
laylums
And
hurrah
for
the
life
of
a
country
boy
And
to
ramble
in
the
new
mowed
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
mowed
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
laylums
And
hurrah
for
the
life
of
a
country
boy
And
to
ramble
in
the
new
mowed
hay
In
winter
when
the
sky
is
gray
We
hedge
and
ditch
our
times
away
But
in
summer
when
the
sun
shines
gay
We'd
go
ramblin'
through
the
new
mowed
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
laylums
And
hurrah
for
the
life
of
a
country
boy
And
to
ramble
in
the
new
mowed
hay
1 Country Life
2 Swarthfell Rocks
3 Barney
4 Chickens In The Garden
5 Adieu Adieu
6 Apple Tree Wassail
7 King Pharim
8 The Good Old Way
9 Grace Darling
10 Three Day Millionaire
11 Swinton May Song
12 T Stands For Thomas
13 Welcome Sailor
14 Malpas Wassail
15 The Bonny Lighthorseman
16 Tam Lyn
17 Sheepshearing
18 Seven Yellow Gypsies
19 Beggar Man
20 Swansea Town
21 Bellman
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