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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LAY OF ST. ODILLE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE DEATH OF YE LIFE OF LOVE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |