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 Out the wives a' wi' a phrase,

and wished the lasses happy days,

And muckle thought they o’ their ,

Especially the breast-knots.

Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.

blaws the win’ frae north to south,

And drift is driving sairly! [sic]

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! [sic]

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! [sic]

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! [sic]

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! [sic]

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 sua’ blaws the chimley cheek,

Wha’d rise in the morning early.

Nae linties lilt on

Poor things, they ! [sic]

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! [sic]

What fate can be war in the

Than rise in the morning early.