Up in the Morning Early
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 early;
When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw,
I’m sure its winter fairly.
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 early;
When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw,
I’m sure its winter fairly.
~ Poem by R. Burns
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