Thursday 23 November 2017

The Sunday Poem: Up in the morning early

Anthony Cronin

Up in the morning early by Robert Burns

When Robert Burns undertook to collect old Scottish songs for a publication called The Scots Musical Museum he took no money for the task, though he was by no means a rich man. He believed correctly in its cultural importance and travelled widely in the Highlands and the Borders, collecting both airs and words. All in all he collected, amended and wrote some 200 songs, and it is sometimes difficult to distinguish between what he wrote himself by way of amendation and what he simply transcribed. In this case he has left us a note saying: "The chorus of this song is old; the two stanzas are mine."

Up in the Morning Early

by Robert Burns

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.

CHORUS: Up in the morning's no for me,

Up in the morning early;

When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,

I'm sure it's winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,

A' day they fare but sparely;

And lang's the night frae e'en to morn,

I'm sure it's winter fairly.

CHORUS: Up in the morning's no for me,

Up in the morning early;

When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,

I'm sure it's winter fairly.

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