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LONG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT.
Tune—Cauld kail in Aberdeen:
How long and, drearie is the night,
When I am frae my dearie,
I restless lie frae e'en to morn
Though I were ne'er sae wearie.
For oh, her lanely nights are lang,
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie.
When I think on her 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 drearie;
⟨It⟩ was nae sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie.
For oh, &c.