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 wasna sae ye glinted by,
when i was wi' my dearie!
it wasna sae ye glinted by,
when i was wi' my dearie!