song.—on chloris being ill

    tune—“aye wauken o.”

    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 languish,

    while my darling fair

    is on the couch of anguish?

    long, long, c.

    ev'ry hope is fled,

    ev'ry fear is terror,

    slumber ev'n i dread,

    ev'ry dream is horror.

    long, long, c.

    hear me, powers divine!

    oh, in pity, hear me!

    take aught else of mine,

    but my chloris spare me!

    long, long, c.