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 Now up in the morning's no for me,

Up in the morning early;

No fate can be waur, in wintertime,

Than rise in the morning early.

A cosey house, and cantie wife.

Keeps ay a body cheerly;

And pantry stow'd wi' meal and maul,

It answers unco rarely.

But up in the morning, na, na, na,

Up in the morning early;

The gowans maun glent on bank and brae,

When I rise in the morning early.





When the rose-bud of summer, its beauties bestowing,

On winter's rude banks all its sweetness shall pour;

And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be glowing,

Oh! then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more.