How Lang And Dreary Is The Night
1794
Type: Poem
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.
Chorus.-For oh, her lanely nights are lang!
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her window’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.
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Robert Burns, (born January 25, 1759, Alloway, Ayrshire, Scotland—died July 21, 1796, Dumfries, Dumfriesshire), national poet of Scotland. He wrote lyrics, ballads and songs in Scots and in English. He was also notable for his amorous adventures and his rebellion against religion and morality.