The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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618 ; ; ; UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. JOHN HAMILTON. Tune— Up in the morning early. : ! Cauld blaws the wind frae north to south The drift is driving sairly The sheep are cowrin in the heuch O I sirs, it's winter fairly. Now up in the mornin's no for me, Up in the mornin early I'd rather gae supperless to my bed. Than rise in the morning early.* Loud roars the blast amang the woods. And tirls the branches barely On hill and house hear how it thuds The frost is nipping sairly. Now up in the mornin's no for me, Up in the mornin early To sit a' nicht wad better agree, Than rise in the mornin early. The sun peeps ower yon southland hills, Like ony timorous carlie, Just blinks a wee, then sinks again ; And that we find severely. Now up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early When snaw blaws in at the chimley cheek, Wha'd rise in the mornin early ? Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush : Poor things, they suffer sairly » Part of this stanza was taken from an old singj for some notice of v/liich see the Introduction. ;

619 In cauldrife quarters a' the riicht A' day they feed but sparely. Now up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early A pennyless purse 1 wad rather dree Than rise in the morning early. A cosie house and canty wife, Aye keep a body cheerly ; And pantries stowed wi' meat and drink, They answer unco rarely. But up in the morning—na, na, na Up in the morning early I The gowans maun gient on bank and brae, When I rise in the mornin early. WILL YE 00 TO SHERRAMUIR? TANNAHILL. Tune— We'll atoa to Sherramuir, to hand the Whigs in order. Will ye go to Sherramuir, Bauld John of Innisture, There to see the noble Mar, And his Highland laddies ? A' the true men o' the north, Angus, Huntly, and Seaforth, Scouring on to cross the Forth, Wi' their white cockadies I There you'll see the banners flare, There you'll hear the bagpipes rair, And the trumpet's deadly blare, Wi' the cannon's rattle ! ; ; !

619<br />

In cauldrife quarters a' the riicht<br />

A' day they feed but sparely.<br />

Now up in the morning's no for me,<br />

Up in the morning early<br />

A pennyless purse 1 wad rather dree<br />

Than rise in the morning early.<br />

A cosie house and canty wife,<br />

Aye keep a body cheerly ;<br />

And pantries stowed wi' meat and drink,<br />

<strong>The</strong>y answer unco rarely.<br />

But up in the morning—na, na, na<br />

Up in the morning early I<br />

<strong>The</strong> gowans maun gient on bank and brae,<br />

When I rise in the mornin early.<br />

WILL YE 00 TO SHERRAMUIR?<br />

TANNAHILL.<br />

Tune— We'll atoa to Sherramuir, to hand the Whigs in order.<br />

Will ye go to Sherramuir,<br />

Bauld John <strong>of</strong> Innisture,<br />

<strong>The</strong>re to see the noble Mar,<br />

And his Highland laddies ?<br />

A' the true men o' the north,<br />

Angus, Huntly, and Seaforth,<br />

Scouring on to cross the Forth,<br />

Wi' their white cockadies I<br />

<strong>The</strong>re you'll see the banners flare,<br />

<strong>The</strong>re you'll hear the bagpipes rair,<br />

And the trumpet's deadly blare,<br />

Wi' the cannon's rattle !<br />

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