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...SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TENDER HUSBAND: PROLOGUE by JOSEPH ADDISON |