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 bag of sugar on the top And three black lumps out of herr wee shop So early in the morning, So early in the morning, So early in the morning, Before the break of day.
