Lyrics - Cauld Frosty Morning by Burns Robert

CAULD
FROSTY
MORNING(
Robert
Burns)'
Twas past ane o'clock in a cauld frosty morning,
When cankert
November blaws over the plain,
I heard the kirk-bell repeat the loud warning,
As, restless,
I sought for sweet slumber in vain:
Then up
I arose, the silver moon shining bright;
Mountains and valleys appearing all hoary white;
Forth
I would go, amid the pale, s'ient night,
And visit the
Fair
One, the cause of my pain.-
Sae gently
I staw to my lovely
Maid's chamber,
And rapp'd at her window, low down on my knee;
Begging that she would awauk from sweet slum'ber,
Awauk from sweet slumber and pity me:
For, that a stranger to a' pleasure, peace and rest,
Love into madness ha fired my tortur'd breast;
And that
I should be of a'men the maist unblest,
Unless she would pity my sad miserie!
My
Truic-love arose and whispered to me,(
The moon looked in, an envy'd my
Love's charms;)'
An innocent
Maiden, ah, would you undo me!'
I made no reply, but leapt into her arms:
Bright
Phebus peep'd over the hills and found me there;
As he has done, now, seven lang years and mair:
A faithfuller, constanter, kinder, more loving
Pair,
His sweet-chearing beam nor enlightens nor warms.tune:
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