Up in the Morning Early (Cold and Raw)

With winter coming on, and me getting up at 5:30 A.M. for work, this is a piece handy for those -26° days with wind and snow. (I have a 20 minute walk to my bus stop. :( )

Cauld blows the wind frae north to south,
The drift is drivin' sairly;
The sheep are cowering in the heuch,
O sirs 'tis winter fairly.

Then up in the morning's no' for me,
Up in the morning early,
I'd rather go supperless to my bed
Than rise in the morning early.

Loud roars the blast amang the woods,
And tirls the branches barely;
On hill and house hear how it thuds!
The frost is nipping sairly.

Now up in the morning's no' for me,
Up in the morning early,
To sit a' nicht was better agree
Than rise in the morning early.

Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush,
Puir things, they suffer sairly;
In cauld-rife quarters a' the nicht,
A' day they feed but sparely.

Now up in the morning's no' for me,
Up in the morning early,
A pennyless purse I wad rather dree,
Than rise in the morning early.

A cosie house and canty mate,
Aye keep a body cheerly;
And pantries stow'd with meat and drink,
They answer unco rarely.

But up in the morning, na, na, na,
Up in the morning early,
A gowans maun glent on bank and brae,
When I rise in the morning early!

- John Hamilton

*I have the front of my piano open, in an attempt to get some sort of echo-effect happening with the sound-board. It rather looks as though I am playing into the void.

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