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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.
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.
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,
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 on, &c.
The joyless day how drearie;
It was nae sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie.
For on, &c.
