Up in the Morning Early |
Robert Burns, 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 cover'd wi snaw I'm sure it's winter fairly.
2. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, |