5
The sun peeps o’er the southlan hill,
Like ony timorous carlie,
Just blinks a wee, then sinks again,
And that we find severely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early,
When snaw blaws into the chimley taps,
Wha'd rise in the morning early.
Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush,
Poor things they suffer sairly.
In cauldrife quarters ail the night,
A day they feed but sparely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early;
No fate can be waur in winter time,
Then rise in the morning early.
A cosey house, and canty wife,
Keeps aye a body cheerly;
And pantry stow'd wi' meal and maut.
It answe a unco rarely.
But up in the morning na, na, na,
Up in the morning early;
The gowans maun gient on bank and ⟨brae,⟩
When I rise in the morning early.
