Welcoming Winter - 2014

A poem by Dixie’s Scottish cousin Robert Burns.

‘Up in the Morning 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 morning’s no for me,

   Up in the morning early;

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

   I’m sure its 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.

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 its winter fairly.

Source:  Scottish Poetry Library, http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/morning-early, accessed 22 Dec. 2014