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