The sun peeps o'er the southlan' hill,
Like ony tim'rous carlie[99];
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 into the chimley cheek,
Wha'd rise in the morning early.
Nae linties[100] lilt on hedge or bush,
Poor things, they suffer sairly;