Robert Burns was born 25 January 1759 and died 21 July 1796 in Ayrshire, Scotlland. A hundred years later, my grandfather would be born in the town of Ayr. I wrote about my grandfather’s collection of Burns books HERE. Next Wednesday will be the day in 1759 that Burns was born.
To honor this poet, a poem by the Bard of Ayrshire. It comes from the website Robert Burns Country.
Up In The Morning Early
1788
Type: Poem
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud and shill’s I hear the blast-
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.
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.
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.
Up in the morning’s, &c.
Poetry Friday Round-up is at Wild Rose Reader.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
Beautiful poem & lovely that you have such a personal connection. Love “The birds sit chittering in the thorn, a’ day they fare but sparely”
While I confess to not resonating too well with old English – it does have its own old-world charm that brings a sense of peace. Thank you for sharing Robert Burns this week and yup, your grandfather’s collection of his books.
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Wow! Amazing connection! You and poetry go WAYYYYYY back!
I love this sense of song, the meter and gentle touch of listening and looking here. And how neat that poetry flowed to you from your grandfather! a.
Even though I’m not sure I have ever heard this song before, I can imagine the tune! It sings.
Neat family connection!