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.
2. O Helen fair beyond compare,
3. Curs'd be the hand that shot the shot.
4. O think na ye but my heart was sair;
5. I lighted down, my sword did draw,|
I cutted him in pieces sma';
I cutted him in pieces sma'
On fair Kirkconnel lee.
6. O Helen chaste, thou wert modest,
7. I wish my grave was growing green,
8. I wish I were where Helen lies!
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