Up in the Morning Early
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,The drift is driving sairly;Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,I`m sure it`s winters fairly.CHORUS:Up in the morning`s no for me,Up in the mornings early;When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,I`m sure it`s winter fairly.The birds sit chittering on the 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.CHORUS:Up in the morning`s no for me,Up in the mornings early;When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,I`m sure it`s winter fairly.
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