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The Song Book |
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CXXI
HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT |
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When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now that seas between us roar, How can I be but eerie ! For oh, &c. |
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Plow slow ye move, ye heavy hours ; The joyless day how drearie ! |
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