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!