The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series/How Lang and Dreary is the Night
For O, her lanely nights are lang,
HOW lang and dreary is the night,
When I think on the lightsome days
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours!
For O, her lanely nights are lang,
14.
How Lang and Dreary is the Night.
Chorus.
And O, her dreams are eerie,
And O, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie!
I.
When I am frae my dearie!
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary.
II.
I spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?
III.
The joyless day how dreary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie!
Chorus.
And O, her dreams are eerie,
And O, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie!