| I WISH I were where Helen lies; | |
| Night and day on me she cries; | |
| Oh that I were where Helen lies | |
| On fair Kirconnell lea! | |
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| Curst be the heart that thought the thought, | 5 |
| And curst the hand that fired the shot, | |
| When in my arms burd Helen dropt, | |
| And died to succour me! | |
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| O think na but my heart was sair | |
| When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair! | 10 |
| I laid her down wi' meikle care | |
| On fair Kirconnell lea. | |
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| As I went down the water-side, | |
| None but my foe to be my guide, | |
| None but my foe to be my guide, | 15 |
| On fair Kirconnell lea; | |
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| I lighted down my sword to draw, | |
| I hackèd him in pieces sma', | |
| I hackèd him in pieces sma', | |
| For her sake that died for me. | 20 |
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| O Helen fair, beyond compare, | |
| I'll make a garland of thy hair | |
| Shall bind my heart for evermair | |
| Until the day I die. | |
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| Oh that I were where Helen lies! | 25 |
| Night and day on me she cries; | |
| Out of my bed she bids me rise, | |
| Says, "Haste and come to me!" | |
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| O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! | |
| If I were with thee I were blest, | 30 |
| Where thou lies low and takes thy rest | |
| On fair Kirconnell lea. | |
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| I wish my grave were growing green, | |
| A winding-sheet drawn ower my een, | |
| And I in Helen's arms lyíng, | 35 |
| On fair Kirconnell lea. | |
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| I wish I were where Helen lies; | |
| Night and day on me she cries; | |
| And I am weary of the skies, | |
| Since my Love died for me. | 40 |
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