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 In 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; Nae fate an be wour in winter time, Than rise in the morning early.

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

Why, my Charly thus to leave me, Thus to flee thy Flora's arms, Were yon vows but to deceive me, Valiant o'er my yielding charms? All I bore for thee sweet Charly Want o' sleep fatigued wi' care, Brav'd the ocean late and early, Left my friends for thou wast fair.