213. Song—Up in the Morning Early

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 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.
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