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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! | |
Ill 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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