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.