213. Song—Up in the Morning Early
Read '213. Song—Up in the Morning Early' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
213. Song—Up in the Morning Early by Robert Burns
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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