Cauld Frosty Morning Lyrics - Singles - 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: Cauld frosty morning (294) 

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