For other versions of this work, see Up in the morning early (Burns).
UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.
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.
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud and shrill’s I hear the blast.
I'm sure it’s winter fairly
Up in the morning &c.
The birds sit chittering on the thorn,
A’ day they fare but sparely
And lang’s the nicht frae e’en to morn
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.
Up in the morning, &c.