Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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212 FAIB HELEN OF KIRCONNELL.
I lighted down my sword to draw, I hacked him in pieces sma', I hacked him in pieces sma',
For her sake that died for me.                    »
O Helen fair, beyond compare ! I'll make a garland of thy hair, Shall bind my heart for evermair, Until the day I die.
0 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!"
0 Helen fair! 0 Helen chaste !
If I were with thee, I were blest,                  so
Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest, On fair Kirconnell Lee.
1 wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,
And I in Helen's arms lying,                           85
On fair Kirconnell Lee.
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.                   «







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