Up In The Morning Early

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

Chorus.-Up in the morning’s nofor me,
Up in the morning early;
When a’ the hills are covered wi’snaw,
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.

The birds sit chitteringin the thorn,
A’day they fare butsparely;
And lang’s the night fraee’ento morn-
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.
Up in the morning’s, &c.