The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT |
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HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT
Chorus
For O, her lanely nights are lang,And O, her dreams are eerie,
And O, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie!
I
How lang and dreary is the night,When I am frae my dearie!
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary.
II
When I think on the lightsome daysI spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?
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III
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!
Chorus
For O, her lanely nights are lang,And O, her dreams are eerie,
And O, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie!
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