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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; was nae sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie. For oh, &c.