Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 485. Song—How lang and dreary is the night |
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| 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. | |
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| Chorus.—For oh, her lanely nights are lang! | 5 |
| And oh, her dreams are eerie; | |
| And oh, her window’d heart is sair, | |
| That’s absent frae her Dearie! | |
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| When I think on the lightsome days | |
| I spent wi’ thee, my Dearie; | 10 |
| And now what seas between us roar, | |
| How can I be but eerie? | |
| For oh, &c. | |
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| How slow ye move, ye heavy hours; | |
| The joyless day how dreary: | 15 |
| It was na sae ye glinted by, | |
| When I was wi’ my Dearie! | |
| For oh, &c. | |
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