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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.
