CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud and shills I hear the blast
Im sure its winter fairly.
Chorus.Up in the mornings no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a the hills are covered wi snaw,
Im sure its winter fairly.
The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A day they fare but sparely;
And langs the night frae een to morn
Im sure its winter fairly.
Up in the mornings, &c.