How Lang and Dreary Is the Night
How lang and dreary is the nightWhen I am frae my Dearie;I restless lie frae e’en to mornThough I were ne’er sae weary.
Chorus.—For oh, her lanely nights are lang!And oh, her dreams are eerie;And oh, her window’d heart is sair,That’s absent frae her Dearie!
When I think on the lightsome daysI 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.