Where Helen Lies

(Robert Burns)



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 ever mair

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 e'en,

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.



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