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| I WISH I were where Helen lies: | |
| Night and day on me she cries; | |
| O 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 succor me! | |
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| O think na but my heart was sair | |
| When my love dropt down and spake nae mair! | 10 |
| I laid her down wi’ meikle care | |
| On fair Kirconnell lea; | |
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| As I went down to 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 doun 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 forevermair | |
| Until the day I die. | |
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| O 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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