Robert Burns
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Poets' Corner
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.
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 no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
Robert Burns
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