Whatever mitigates the woes
or increases the happiness of others -
this is my criterian of goodness
And whatever injures society at large,
or any individual in it -
this is my measure of iniquity
For thus the royal mandate ran,
When first the human race began;
The social, friendly, honest man,
Whate'er he be
'Tis he fulfills great Nature's plan
And none but he.

 

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Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The
drift is driving sairly ;
Sae loud and shill's I hear the blast --
I'm sure it's winter
fairly .

Chorus:
Up in the morning's
no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When
a' the hills are covered wi' snaw ,
I'm sure it's 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, &c.



 

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