5

The sun peeps o'er the southlan hill,
Like ony timorous carlie,
Just blinks a wee, then sinks again,
And that we find severely.
Now up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early,
When snaw blaws into the chirley taps,
Wha'd rise in the morning early.

Mae linties lilt on hedge or bush,
Poor things they suffer s irly,
ln cauldrife quarters all the night,
A day they feed but sparely.
Now up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early ;
No fate can be waur in winter time,
Then rise in the morning early.

A cosey house, and canty wife,
Keeps aye a body cheerly ;
And pantry stow'd wi' meal and maut
It answers unco rarely.
But up in the morning na na na,
Up in the morning early ;
The gowa s maun gient on bank and brae,
When I rise in the morning early