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Robert Burns

On Chloris Being Ill

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.

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