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	IX. MISCELLANEOUS 337
	The Revolution principles Has put their heads in bees, Sir; They're a' fa'en out amang themsels- Deil tak the first that grees, Sir.
	No. 350. O, that I were where Helen lies. Tune : Where Helen lies Blaikie's MS., 1692.



	O, that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; O, that I were where Helen lies In fair Kirkconnel lee. O Helen fair! beyond compare, A ringlet of thy flowing hair, I'll wear it still for evermair Until the day I die. Curs'd be the hand that shot the shot, And curs'd the gun that gave the crack, Into my arms bird Helen lap, And died for sake o' me. O think na ye but my heart was sair, My love fell down and spake nae mair, There did she swoon wi' meikle care On fair Kirkconnel lee.	I lighted down, my sword did draw, I cutted him in pieces sma'; I cutted him in pieces sma' On fair Kirkconnel lee. 0 Helen chaste, thou wert modest* If I were with thee I were blest, Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest On fair Kirkconnel lee. 1 wish my grave was growing green, A winding sheet put o'er my een, And I in Helen's arms lying In fair Kirkconnel lee ! I wish I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries ; O, that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirkconnel lee.
	* 'O Helen chaste, thou'rt now at rest'—Johnson's Museum. z