POEMS OLD AND NEW

HELEN OF KIRCONNELL
I WISH I were where Helen lies.
Night and day on me she cries ;
O that I were where Helen lies,
On fair Kirconnell lea !
Curst be the heart that thought the thought.
And curst the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died to succour me !
0 think na ye my heart was sair,
When my Love dropp'd and spak nae mair ! ic
There did she swoon wij meikle care,
On fair Kirconnell lea.
As I went down the water-side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair Kirconnell lea ;
1 lighted down my sword to draw,
I hacked him in pieces sma',
I hacked him in pieces sma',
For her sake that died for me. 20
0 Helen fair, beyond compare !
I'll mak a garland o' thy hair,
Shall bind my heart for evermair,
Until the day I die !
1 wish I were where Helen lies !
Night and day on me she cries ;
And I am weary of the skies,
>. For her sake that died for me,
ANONYMOUS
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