Robbie BURNS

[paintedlady]

Up In The Morning Early

1788


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.

[william]

One of my favorite poets paintedlady, sometimes a little difficult to decipher but a lot of help from Google [whatever did we do without it] and I get there.