Up In The Morning Early

written in 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. 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 no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly.