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.------

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.------
For Oh, &c.

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, &c.