Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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I wish I were where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; 0 that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee !
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!
O think na ye my heart was sahy When my love dropt down and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, n On fair Kirconnell Lee.
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 Kirconnell Lee;

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