Chorus
Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early!
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw.
I'm sure it's winter fairly!
1.
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!
2.
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!

Chorus
Up in the morning's not for me,
Up in the morning early!
When all the hills are covered with snow.
I am sure it is winter fairly!

Cold blows the wind from east to west,
The drift is driving sorely,
So loud and shrill is I hear the blast -
I am sure it is winter fairly!

The birds sit shivering in the thorn,
All day they fare but sparely;
And long is the night from evening to morning -
I am sure it is winter fairly!