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CAULD FROSTY MORNING
ROBERT BURNS

HARP: C - KEY: F
Whatever key your harp is in, count up four full
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'Twas past - ane  o'clock 
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in  a cauld -  fro -  sty-  morning,
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When can - kert No - vem -  ber 
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blaws o -  ver the plain,
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I -  heard the -  kirk-bell  -  - 
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re - peat - the -  loud - war-ning,
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As, rest - less, I sought -
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for sweet slumber - in vain.
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Then - up  I a -  rose,
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the silver moon - shi-ning bright;
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Mount  - ains -  and - valleys
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ap  -  - pear-ing all - hoar-y and white; - -
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Forth - I -  would go, -  - - 
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 a -  mid -  the - pale - , s'ient night

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And vi - sit the Fair - One, 
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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.