Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, <br />The drift is driving sairly; <br />Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast, <br />I`m sure it`s winters fairly. <br /> <br />CHORUS:Up in the morning`s no for me, <br />Up in the mornings early; <br />When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw, <br />I`m sure it`s winter fairly. <br /> <br />The birds sit chittering on the the thorn, <br />A` day they fare but sparely; <br />And lang`s the night frae e`en to morn, <br />I`m sure it`s winter fairly. <br /> <br />CHORUS: Up in the morning`s no for me, <br />Up in the mornings early; <br />When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw, <br />I`m sure it`s winter fairly.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/up-in-the-morning-early/
