up the orng early
cauld bws the d frae east to west,
the drift is drivg sairly;
sae loud and shill&039;s i hear the bst—
i&039; sure it&039;s ter fairly
chor—up the orng&039;s no for ,
up the orng early;
when a&039; the hills are vered wi&039; snaw,
i&039; sure it&039;s ter fairly
the birds sit chitterg the thorn,
a&039; day they fare but sparely;
and ng&039;s the night frae e&039;en to orn—
i&039; sure it&039;s ter fairly
up the orng&039;s, c
how long and dreary is the night
how long and dreary is the night,
when i a frae y dearie!
i sleepless lie frae e&039;en to orn,
tho&039; i were ne&039;er weary:
i sleepless lie frae e&039;en to orn,
tho&039; i were ne&039;er sae weary!
when i thk on the happy days
i spent wi&039; you y dearie:
and now what nds beeen lie,
how can i be but eerie!
and now what nds beeen lie,
how can i be but eerie!
how slow ye ove, ye heavy hours,
as ye were wae and weary!
it wasna sae ye glted by,
when i was wi&039; y dearie!
it wasna sae ye glted by,
when i was wi&039; y dearie!
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