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A Winter's Morning
English source:
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!
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 is 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.
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 it is 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.
Composer
Poet
Robert Burns
Robert Burns , also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the…