Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Up in the Morning Early
By Robert Burns

Up in the morning's no' for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are coverd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to wast,
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.

1 comment:

jim said...

A pleasure to read, thanks.

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