Up In The Morning Early
up in the m 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 m's no for me, up in the m early; when a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, i'm sure it's winter fairly. the birds sit chittering ihorn, 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 m's, c. how long and dreary is the night how long and dreary is the night, when i am frae my dearie! i sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, tho' i were ne'er so weary: i sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, tho' i were ne'er sae weary! when i think on the happy days i spent wi' you my dearie: and now what lands between us lie, how i be but eerie! and now what lands between us lie, how i be but eerie! how slow ye move, ye heavy hours, as ye were wae and weary! it wasna sae ye glinted by, when i was wi' my dearie! it wasna sae ye glinted by, when i was wi' my dearie!