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.