Up in the Morning Early, par Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Up in the Morning Early

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,

The drift is driving sairly;

Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,

I`m sure it`s winters fairly.

CHORUS:Up in the morning`s no for me,

Up in the mornings early;

When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,

I`m sure it`s winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering on the 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.

CHORUS: Up in the morning`s no for me,

Up in the mornings early;

When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,

I`m sure it`s winter fairly.

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