Night

  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.