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Long, Long The Night

TUNE: Ay, waukin, O (Always, Waking, O )

 

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

Chorus
Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul's delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.
1.
Can I cease to care,
Can I cease to anguish,
While my darling fair
Is on the couch of anguish!
2.
Ev'ry hope is fled,
Ev'ry fear is terror:
Slumber ev'n I dread,
Ev'ry dream is horror.
3.
Hear me, Powers Divine:
O, in pity, hear me!
Take aught else of mine,
But my Chloris spare me!

Chorus
Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul's delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.

Can I cease to care,
Can I cease to anguish,
While my darling fair
Is on the couch of anguish!

Every hope is fled,
Every fear is terror:
Slumber even I dread,
Every dream is horror.

Hear me, Powers Divine:
O, in pity, hear me!
Take anything else of mine,
But my Chloris spare me!

 

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