HOW lang and dreary is the night
When I am frae my Dearie;
I restless lie frae een to morn
Though I were neer sae weary.
Chorus.For oh, her lanely nights are lang!
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her windowd heart is sair,
Thats absent frae her Dearie!
When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi thee, my Dearie;
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?
For oh, &c.
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
The joyless day how dreary:
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi my Dearie!
For oh, &c.
