up in the morning early（1/1）

up in the morning early

cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,

the drift is driving sairly;

sae loud and shill's i hear the blast—

i'm sure it's winter fairly.

chorus.—up in the morning's no for me,

up in the morning early;

when a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,

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, &c.

how long and dreary is the night

how long and dreary is the night,

when i am frae my dearie!

i sleepless lie frae e'en to morn,

tho' i were ne'er so weary:

i sleepless lie frae e'en to morn,

tho' i were ne'er sae weary!

when i think on the happy days

i spent wi' you my dearie:

and now what lands between us lie,

how can i be but eerie!

and now what lands between us lie,

how can i be but eerie!

how slow ye move, ye heavy hours,

as ye were wae and weary!

it wasna sae ye glinted by,

when i was wi' my dearie!

it wasna sae ye glinted by,

when i was wi' my dearie!