The poem
HOW long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I sleepless lie frae e’en to morn, Tho’ I were ne’er so weary: I sleepless lie frae e’en to morn, Tho’ I were ne’er sae weary!
When I think on the happy days I spent wi’ you my dearie: And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie! And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie!
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It was na sae ye glinted by, When I was wi’ my dearie! It was na sae ye glinted by, When I was wi’ my dearie!