Monday, December 22, 2014

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

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