how lang and dreary is the night（1/1）

how lang and dreary is the night

how lang and dreary is the night

when i am frae my dearie;

i restless lie frae e'en to morn

though 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 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.