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.