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.