Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 213. Song—Up in the Morning Early |
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| 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. | |
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| Chorus.—Up in the morning’s no for me, | 5 |
| Up in the morning early; | |
| When a’ the hills are covered wi’ snaw, | |
| I’m sure it’s winter fairly. | |
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| The birds sit chittering in the thorn, | |
| A’ day they fare but sparely; | 10 |
| And lang’s the night frae e’en to morn— | |
| I’m sure it’s winter fairly. | |
| Up in the morning’s, &c. | |
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