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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. / Up in the morning's, &c.