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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.

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152. Helen of Kirkconnell

I

I WISH I were where Helen lies,

Night and day on me she cries;

O that I were where Helen lies,

On fair Kirkconnell lea!

II

Curst be the heart that thought the thought,

And curst the hand that fired the shot,

When in my arms burd Helen dropt,

And died to succour me!

III

O think na ye my heart was sair,

When my Love dropp’d and spak nae mair!

There did she swoon wi’ meikle care,

On fair Kirkconnell lea.

IV

As I went down the water side,

None but my foe to be my guide,

None but my foe to be my guide,

On fair Kirkconnell lea;

V

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.

VI

O Helen fair, beyond compare!

I’ll mak a garland o’ thy hair,

Shall bind my heart for evermair,

Until the day I dee!

VII

O that I were where Helen lies!

Night and day on me she cries;

Out of my bed she bids me rise,

Says, ‘Haste, and come to me!’

VIII

O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!

If I were with thee, I’d be blest,

Where thou lies low and taks thy rest,

On fair Kirkconnell lea.

IX

I wish my grave were growing green,

A winding-sheet drawn owre my een,

And I in Helen’s arms lying,

On fair Kirkconnell lea.

X

I wish I were where Helen lies!

Night and day on me she cries;

And I am weary of the skies,

For her sake that died for me