Disappointed lover (1)/Up in the morning

by John Hamilton

For other versions of this work, see Up in the morning early (Hamilton).

UP IN THE MORNING.

Cauld blaws the wind frae north to south,
⁠And drift is driving sairly;
The sheep are couring in the heugh,
⁠O sirs, it's winter fairly.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
⁠Up in the morning’s no for me,
I'd rather gang supperless to my bed,
⁠Than rise in the morning early.

Loud roars the blast amang the blast,
⁠The branches tirling barely,
Amang the chimley taps it thuds.
⁠And frost is nipping sairly.
Now up in the morning's no for me,,
⁠Up in the morning early,
To sit a' night I’d rather agree,
Then rise ⟨in the morning early.⟩

The sun peeps o’er the southlan hill,
⁠Like ony timorous carlie,
Just blinks a wee, then sinks again,
⁠And that we find severely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
⁠Up in the morning early,
When snaw blaws into the chimley taps,
⁠Wha'd rise in the morning early.

Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush,
⁠Poor things they suffer sairly.
In cauldrife quarters ail the night,
⁠A day they feed but sparely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me,
⁠Up in the morning early;
No fate can be waur in winter time,
⁠Then rise in the morning early.

A cosey house, and canty wife,
⁠Keeps aye a body cheerly;
And pantry stow'd wi' meal and maut.
⁠It answe a unco rarely.
But up in the morning na, na, na,
⁠Up in the morning early;
The gowans maun gient on bank and ⟨brae,⟩
⁠When I rise in the morning early.