How langand dreary is the night
When I am frae my Dearie;
I restless lie frae e’ento 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 fraeher 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 buteerie?
For oh, &c.
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
The joyless day how dreary:
It was nasaeye glinted by,
When I was wi’my Dearie!
For oh, &c.