Poems and Songs of Robert Burnsby Robert Burns

Up In The Morning Early

Hey, The Dusty Miller

How Long And Dreary Is The Night

     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 wasna sae ye glinted by,
     When I was wi' my dearie!
     It wasna sae ye glinted by,
     When I was wi' my dearie!

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Up In The Morning Early

Hey, The Dusty Miller