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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!