Full Lyrics
Get up before the sun, my lads,
Get up before the sun!
This snoozing in a featherbed
Is what should not be done.
Between sunrise and breakfast, lads,
Rise, breathe the morning air,
’Twill make you look so bright, my lads,
’Twill make you look so fair.
Then get up before the sun, my lads,
Get up before the sun;
This snoozing in a featherbed
Is what should not be done.
Get up before the sun, my lads,
Shake off your sloth— arouse!
You lose the greatest luxury
That life has if you drowse
Between sunrise and breakfast, lads;
Arise, then, do not lose
The key to health and happiness
By lying in a snooze.
Get up before the sun, my lads,
And in the garden hoe,
Or feed the pigs, or milk the cow,
Or take the scythe and mow,
’Twill give you buoyant spirits, lads,
Give vigor to your frame;
Then rise be fore the sun, my lads,
And these rich blessings claim.
