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O, That I Were Where Helen Lies
TUNE: Where Helen Lies

 

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Standard English Translation


1.
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,
A ringlet of thy flowing hair,
I'll wear it still for evermair
Until the day I die.
3.
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.
4.
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.
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
If I were with thee I were blest,
Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest
On fair Kirkconnel lee.
7.
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!
8.
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.



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

O Helen fair! beyond compare,
A ringlet of your flowing hair,
I will wear it still for evermore
Until the day I die.

Cursed be the hand that shot the shot,
And cursed the gun that gave the crack,
Into my arms bird Helen leaped,
And died for sake of me.

O think not you but my heart was sore,
My love fell down and spoke no more,
There did she swoon with much care
On fair Kirkconnel hill sides.

I rested down, my sword did draw,
I cut him in pieces small;
I cut him in pieces small
On fair Kirkconnel hill sides.

O Helen chaste, you were modest
If I were with you I were blessed,
Where you lies low, and takes your rest
On fair Kirkconnel hill sides.

I wish my grave was growing green,
A winding sheet put over my eyes,
And I in Helen's arms lying
On fair Kirkconnel hill sides!

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

 

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