HOW long and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie!
I sleepless lie frae een to morn,
Tho I were neer so weary:
I sleepless lie frae een to morn,
Tho I were neer sae weary!
When I think on the happy days
I spent wi you my dearie:
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie!
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie!
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi my dearie!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi my dearie!