(8)
Rude rairs the blaſt amang the woods,
the branches tirlin barely;
Amang the chimney-taps it thuds,
an’ froſt is nippin fairly.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
up in the morning early:
To ſit a’ the night wad better agree,
than riſe in the morning early.
the branches tirlin barely;
Amang the chimney-taps it thuds,
an’ froſt is nippin fairly.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
up in the morning early:
To ſit a’ the night wad better agree,
than riſe in the morning early.
The ſun peeps o’er the ſouthian hills,
like ony timerous carlie;
Juſt blinks a wee, then ſinks again,
an’ that we fin’ ſeverely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
up in the morning early;
When ſnaw blaws in to the chimney cheek;
wha’d riſe in the morning early?
like ony timerous carlie;
Juſt blinks a wee, then ſinks again,
an’ that we fin’ ſeverely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
up in the morning early;
When ſnaw blaws in to the chimney cheek;
wha’d riſe in the morning early?
FINIS.
