485. Song—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.

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