UP IN THE MORNING EARLY ROBERT BURNS Chorus JP in the morning's no' for me, When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast, The birds sit chittering in the thorn, Up in the morning's no' for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER ROBERT BURNS EY, the dusty miller, He will win a shilling, Dusty was the colour, Dusty was the kiss That I got frae the miller. Hey, the dusty miller, And his dusty sack; Leeze me on the calling I wad gie my coatie And be the Captain's Lady. When the drums do beat, And the cannons rattle, Thou shalt sit in state, And see thy love in battle. When the vanquish'd foe Sues for peace and quiet, To the shades we'll go, O mount and go, Mount and make you ready; O mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS M ROBERT BURNS Y heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valour, the country of worth: Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands forever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; |