Lass wi' the twa-handed wheel/Up in the Morning Early

by Robert Burns

For other versions of this work, see Up in the morning early (Burns).

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
⁠the drift is driving fairly;
Sae loud and shrill’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 cover’d 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, &c.

FINIS.

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FALKIRK-T. JOHNSTON, PRINTER.

1817.