How long and dreary is the night,
When i am frae my dearie!
I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' i were ne'er so weary:
I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' i were ne'er sae weary!
When i think on the happy days
I spent wi' you my dearie:
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie!
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie!
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When i was wi' my dearie!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When i was wi' my dearie!
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