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.