My German/Irish grandfather from Indiana sang this tune to wake us up every single morning on his farm in Pennsylvania. I transcribed the lyrics from the Encarta '98 Encyclopedia rendition of this Old English folk tune. Did I get it right? Is there any more to it? "To one's early one mornin' at the break of the day... All the cocks were a crowin' the farmer did say,... "Come arise my good fellows. Arise with good will... for your horses want somethin' their bellies to fill." Singin' tu a rye, tu a rye, tu a rye aye."
Diane
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