How Lang And Dreary Is The Night.

Tune - "Cauld Kail in Aberdeen." I.         How lang and dreary is the night,             When I am frae my dearie;         I restless lie frae e'en to morn,             Though I were ne'er sae weary.                 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. II.         When I think on the lightsome days             I spent wi' thee my dearie;         And now what seas between us roar -             How can I be but eerie? III.         How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;             The joyless day how dreary!         It was na sae ye glinted by,             When I was wi' my dearie.                 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.