When I was young, I had no sense;
I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence.
The only tune that it would play
Was 'Over the Hills and Far Away.'
So early in the morning,
So early in the morning,
So early in the morning,
Before the break of day.
My Aunt Jane, she called me in.
She gave me tea out of a tin,
Half a bap with sugar on the top,
And three black lumps out of her wee shop.
So early in the morning,
So early in the morning,
So early in the morning,
Before the break of day.