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!