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 I'm sure it's winter fairly;

Up in the morning &c.

The birds sit chattering on 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, &c.

Away with melancholy,

Not do'eful changes ring;

On life and human folly,

But merrily, merrily sing.

Fal lal.

Come on ye rosy hours,

Gay smiling moments bring;

We'll strew the way with flowers,

And merrily, merrily sing,

Fal lal.