EARLY RISÈN.
The aïr to gi'e your cheäks a hue
O' rwosy red, so feaïr to view,
Is what do sheäke the grass-bleädes gray
At breäk o' day, in mornèn dew;
Vor vo'k that will be rathe abrode,
Will meet wi' health upon their road.
But bidèn up till dead o' night,
When han's o' clocks do stan' upright,
By candle-light, do soon consume