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!8

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?

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!16

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!

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!24