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O, That I Were Where Helen Lies


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.

O 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.

I wish my grave was growing green,
A winding sheet put o'er my een,
And I in Helen's arms lying
On fair Kirkconnel lee!

I wish I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
O, that I were where Helen lies!
In fair Kirkconnel lee.

Authorship
Robert Burns (1788)



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