UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.
Cauld blaws the win' frae north to south,
And drift is driving sairly;
The sheep are conring i’ the heugh,
O sirs! it's winter fairly.
Now up in the morning's no for rue,
Up in the morning early;
I'd rather gang supperless to my bed,
Than rise in the morning early.
Rude rairs the blast amang the woods
The branches tirlin barely;
Amang the chimley taps it thuds,
And frost is nippen sairly.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early;
To sit a' night I'd rather agree,
Than rise in the morning early.
The sun peeps o’er yon southlan’ hill,
Like onie 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 cheek,
Wha’d rise in the morning early.
Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush,
Poor things they suffer sairly;
In cauldrife quarters a' the night,
A' day they feed but sparely.
Now up ⟨in⟩ the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early;
What fate can be waur, in winter time,
Than rise in the morning early.
A cosey house, and a cantie wife,
Keeps aye a body cheery:
And pantry stow’d wi’ meal and maut,
It answers unco rarely.
But up in the morning na, na na,
Up in the morning early;
The gowans maun glint on bank an’ brae
Ere I rise in the morning early.