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HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL
O 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 !
O Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! If I were with thee, I'd be blest, Where thou lies low and taks thy rest,
On fair Kirkconnell lea.
I wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn owre my een, And I in Helen's arms lying,
On fair Kirkconnell lea. x 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
. The Lament of the Border Widow
MY love he built me a bonny bower, And clad it a' wi' lilye flour ;
A brawer bower ye ne'er did see,
Than my true love he built for me.
ii There came a man, by middle day, He spied his sport, and went away ; And brought the King that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight.