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

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