UP IN THE MORNIN' EARLY.* BURNS. Air-" Cold and raw," or "Up in the mornin' early." CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast, I'm sure it's winter fairly. Up in the mornin's no for me, Up in the mornin' early; When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, The birds sit chittering in the thorn, And lang's the night frae e'en to morn I'm sure it's winter fairly. Up in the mornin's no for me, Up in the mornin' early; When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. The chorus of this song is old, and with the melody forms one of the earliest specimens of Scottish poetry and music. The rest of the song is founded by Burns upon the original lyric, of which it is a striking improvement. A convivial song with the same title, but in no other respect resembling it, appears in another part of this collection. CAULD blaws the wind frae north to south, The drift is drifting sairly; The sheep are cowrin' i' the heuch; Oh, sirs, it's winter fairly! Now up in the mornin's no for me, I'd rather gae supperless to my bed Loud roars the blast amang the woods, To sit a' nicht wad better agree Than rise in the mornin' early. The sun peeps owre yon southland hills Just blinks a wee, then sinks again; Now up in the mornin's no for me, When snaw blaws in at the chimley-cheek, Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush,— A pennyless purse I wad rather dree A cosie house and canty wife Aye keep a body cheerly; And pantries stow'd wi' meat and drink, But up in the mornin'-na, na, na ! The gowans maun glent on bank and brae, Gin a body meet a body Need the warld ken? Oh, Jenny's a' wat, poor body, She draiglet a' her petticoatie NEW STAGE VERSION. GIN a body meet a body Every lassie has her laddie, Yet a' the lads they smile at me But whaur his hame or what his name, Gin a body meet a body Comin' frae the town, Need a body frown? Ne'er a ane hae I; Yet a' the lads they smile at me But whaur his hame or what his name, BIDE YE YET. ANONYMOUS. From Herd's Collection, 1769. Air-"The wayward wife." GIN I had a wee house an' a canty wee fire, Ye little ken what's to betide ye yet; When I gang a-field, an' come hame at e'en, An' if there should ever happen to be THE BRISK YOUNG LAD. ANONYMOUS. Herd's Collection, 1776. Air-" Bung your eye in the morning." THERE cam' a young man to my daddie's door, My daddie's door, my daddie's door; There cam' a young man to my daddie's door, And wow, but he was a braw young lad, |