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I copied out this poem by hand, using my 1960s UK Parker Duofold 'Junior', filled with ESS Registrars' Ink, on a sheet taken from a WH Smith A4 refill pad of wide-ruled 70gsm paper. If you are having trouble reading this, it will help you to know that the words are written in 'Scots' - a Scottish Lowlands dialect of the English language. Burns wrote his poetry in that dialect, and it will help you to enjoy the poem if you read it to yourself in a Scottish accent. The text of the poem is: 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. I like the 'music' of this poem, and I very much agree with Burns' thoughts about getting up early in Winter!