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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
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