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Helen of Kirkconnell
I WISH I were where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell lea!
II 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 sair,
When my Love dropp'd and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirkconnell lea.
rv 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 Kirkconnell lea;
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 mak a garland o' thy hair, Shall bind my heart for evermair, Until the day I dee !
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