Phil Davison's video: Up In the Morning Early not for me

This is our entry in Robbie Rocks for 2017 - lyrics by Robbie Burns, John McMillan on Trumpet. Basically I discovered the competition on Saturday, and thought it sounded like fun - until I noticed the closing date was the next day. So, with John we wrote two tunes on Saturday night (the red wine stimulating the creativity) and laid them down on Sunday, just before the deadline. The trouble is that the rules are that you need to use Robbie Burn's works as lyrics, and, they are so unusual it makes them really hard to remember, so it was a lot harder than usual to learn the songs. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill’s I hear the blast, I’m sure it’s winter fairly. Up in the morning’s no for me, Up in the morning early; When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw, I’m sure its 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 no for me, Up in the morning early; When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw, I’m sure its winter fairly.