Up in the mornin's no' for me

Edinburgh Castle from the rooftop of the National Museum of Scotland. The Edinburgh skyline on mornings like today never fails to impress. One wonders how much it has changed since Mr Burns was bousing in the toun.

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 mornin 's no for me,
Up in the mornin' early ;
When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

The birds sit cluttering 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 mornin's no for me,
Up in the mornin' early ;
When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

© Robert Burns 1759-1796