Up in the Morning Early - Robert Burns
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I copied out this poem by hand, using my 1960s UK Parker Duofold 'Junior', filled with ESS Registrars' Ink, on a sheet taken from a WH Smith A4 refill pad of wide-ruled 70gsm paper.
If you are having trouble reading this, it will help you to know that the words are written in 'Scots' - a Scottish Lowlands dialect of the English language.
Burns wrote his poetry in that dialect, and it will help you to enjoy the poem if you read it to yourself in a Scottish accent.
The text of the poem is:
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 its 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 its winter fairly.
I like the 'music' of this poem, and I very much agree with Burns' thoughts about getting up early in Winter!
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