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Assoc for Scottish Literature
Assoc for Scottish Literature
@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago
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 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 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. 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 its winter fairly.
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 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 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. 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 its winter fairly.
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 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 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. 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 its winter fairly.
Assoc for Scottish Literature
Assoc for Scottish Literature
@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago
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 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 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. 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 its winter fairly.
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 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 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. 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 its winter fairly.
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 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 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. 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 its winter fairly.