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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.
DEAREST ELLEN.
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.
