How Lang And Dreary Is The Night

 

1794
Type: Poem

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.

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