Robbie Burns Day

OK - I know I'm a day late but better late than never, right? January 25 was Robbie Burns day. Robert Burns was born on January 25, 1759 and died 37 years later on July 21, 1796. I'm already quite a bit older than that and I'm pretty sure that no one will still be celebrating my birthday 216 years after I die. His poems are sometimes hard to read because of the accent but I hope you can understand and enjoy this one:

Up in the Morning Early

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,
I`m sure it`s winters fairly.

CHORUS:Up in the morning`s no for me,
Up in the mornings early;
When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,
I`m sure it`s winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering on the 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 no for me,
Up in the mornings early;
When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,
I`m sure it`s winter fairly.

This is so a peom after my own heart! Up in the morning early is so not my idea of a good time and especially NOT in the winter time. Have a great day!