Up In The Morning Early

1788
Type: Poem

    Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
    The drift is driving sairly;
    Sae loud and shill's I hear the blast-
    I'm sure it's winter fairly.

    Chorus.
    -Up in the morning's no for me,
    Up in the morning early;
    When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
    I'm sure it's winter fairly.

    The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
    A' day they fare but sparely;
    And lang's the night frae e'en to morn-
    I'm sure it's winter fairly.
    Up in the morning's, &c.