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--- song:country-life [2021/04/28 19:45] – Jeff Bigler
+++ song:country-life [2021/05/01 05:53] (current) – Jeff Bigler
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+====== Country Life ======
+<abc>%%pagewidth 640
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+X:1
+T:Country Life
+C:traditional
+M:C
+L:1/8
+K:C
+V:1 clef=treble
+"Chorus"\
+c2 c>c c2 E>E | F2 A2 G2 B2 | c3 c c2 E2 | (F2 A2) G2 z2 |
+w:I like to rise when the | sun, she ris-es | ear-ly in the | morn- * ing. |
+c2 c>c c2 E2 | F2 A2 G2 B2 | c>c c>c c2 E2 | (F2 A2) G2 B>B |
+w:I like to hear them | small birds sing-ing | merr-i-ly up-on their | lay- * lum and hur-
+c2 c>c c2 E>E | F2 A2 G2 C>D | E>E G>G F2 D2 | C6 |]
+w:rah for the life of a | coun-try boy and to | ram-ble in the new mown | hay. |
+"Verse"\
+G2 | c2 c2 c2 (E>E) | F2 A2 G2 B2 | c>c c>c c2 E2 | F2 A2 G2 B>B |
+w:1~In | spring we sow, at the | har-vest mow, and | that is how the sea-sons | 'round they go.  But of
+w:2.~In | win-ter when the * | sky is gray, we | hedge * and we ditch our | time a-way.  But in
+w:3.~In | Au- tumn when the * | oak trees turn, we | gath- er all the wood that's | fit to burn.  We*
+c3 c c2 (E>E) | F2 A2 G2 C>D | E>E G>G F2 D2 | C6 ||
+w:1.~all the times, if I | choose, I may, to go | ramb-lin' in the new mown | hay. |
+w:2.~sum-mer when the * | sun shines gay, we go | ramb-lin' in the new mown | hay. |
+w:3.~cut and stow and* | stash a- way, and go | ramb- lin' in the new mown | hay.</abc>
+**Chorus:**
+//I like to rise when the sun she rises,
+Early in the morning
+I like to hear them small birds singing,
+Merrily upon their laylum
+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
+To go ramblin' in the new mown hay
+[Chorus]
+In winter when the sky is gray
+We hedge and ditch our time away,
+But in summer when the sun shines gay,
+We go ramblin' in the new mown hay.
+[Chorus]
+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 ramblin' in the new mown hay.