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14 Out cam the wives a' wi' a phrase, and wished the lassee happy days, and muckle thought they o' their claise,
 * Especially the breast-knots.
 * Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.

blaws the win' frae north to south,
 * And drift is driving sairly!

The sheep are couring i' the heugh,
 * O, sirs! it's winter fairly.

Now up in the morning's no for me,
 * Up in the morning early!

I'd rather gang supperless to my bed,
 * Then rise in the morning early.

Rude rairs the blast amang the woods,
 * The branches tirlin barely!

Amang the chimley taps it thuds,
 * And frost is nippin sairly.

Now up in the morning's no for me,
 * Up in the morning early!

To sit a' night I'd rather agree,
 * Than rise in the morning early.

The sun peeps our yon southlan hill,
 * Like ony timorous carlie!

Just blinks awee then sinks again,
 * And that we find severely.

Now up in the morning's no for me,
 * Up in the morning early;

When sna' blaws into the chimley cheek,
 * Wha'd rise in the morning early.

Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush,
 * Poor things, they suffer sairly!

In cauldrife quarters a' the night,
 * A' day they feed but sparely.

Now up in the morning's no for me,
 * Up in the morning early!

What fate can be war in the winter time,
 * Than rise in the morning early.