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The Song Book |
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CLXXVIII
I WISH I WERE WHERE HELEN LIES |
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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 !
0 think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down
and spak nae mair !
1 laid her down wi' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea.
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 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 make a garland of thy hair Shall bind my heart for evermair Until the day I die.
O that I were where Helen lies!
Night and day en me she cries;
Out of my bed she bids me rise.
Says,'Haste and come to me!'
0 Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee, I were blest, Where thou lies low and takes
thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea.
1 wish my grave were growing
green, A winding-sheet drawn ower
my een, And I in Helen's arms lying, On fair Kirconnell lea. Chambers. From Herd's Collection. |
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