(Robert Burns)

   O that I were where Helen lies,
   Night and day on me she cries;
   O that I were where Helen lies
      In fair Kirkconnel lee.

   O Helen fair beyond compare,
   A ringlet of thy flowing hair,
   I'll wear it still for ever mair
      Until the day I die.

   Curs'd be the hand that shot the shot.
   And curs'd the gun that gave the crack!
   Into my arms bird Helen lap,
     And died for sake o me!

   O think na ye but my heart was sair;
   My Love fell down and spake nae mair;
   There did she swoon wi meikle care
      On fair Kirkconnel lee.

   I lighted down, my sword did draw,
   I cutted him in pieces sma';
   I cutted him in pieces sma'
      On fair Kirkconnel lee.

   O Helen chaste, thou wert modest,
   If I were with thee I were blest
   Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
      On fair Kirkconnel lee.

   I wish my grave was growing green,
   A winding sheet put o'er my e'en,
   And I in Helen's arms lying
      In fair Kirkconnel lee!

   I wish I were where Helen lies!
   Night and day on me she cries:
   O that I were where Helen lies
      On fair Kirkconnel lee.

tune: Where Helen Lies (203)

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