song.—on chloris being ill

  tune—“aye wauken o.”

  chorus—long, long the night,

  heavyes the morrow

  while my soul's delight

  is on her bed of sorrow.

  can i cease to care?

  can i cease to languish,

  while my darling fair

  is on the couch of anguish?

  long, long, &c.

  ev'ry hope is fled,

  ev'ry fear is terror,

  slumber ev'n i dread,

  ev'ry dream is horror.

  long, long, &c.

  hear me, powers divine!

  oh, in pity, hear me!

  take aught else of mine,

  but my chloris spare me!

  long, long, &c.