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213. Song—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.






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