how ng and dreary is the night

how ng and dreary is the night

when i a frae y dearie;

i restless lie frae e&039;en to orn

though i were ne&039;er sae weary

chor—for oh, her nely nights are ng!

and oh, her dreas are eerie;

and oh, her dow&039;d heart is sair,

that&039;s absent frae her dearie!

when i thk on the light days

i spent wi&039; thee, y dearie;

and now what seas beeen roar,

how can i be but eerie?

for oh, c

how slow ye ove, ye heavy hours;

the joyless day how dreary:

it was na sae ye glted by,

when i was wi&039; y dearie!

for oh, c