Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 245 16 Very Easy 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 for sake o' me! O think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair; I laid her down wi' 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; I lighted down my sword to draw, I hacked him in pieces sma', I hacked him in pieces sma', For her that died for me. O Helen fair, beyond compare! I'll make a garland of thy hair Shall bind my heart for evermair Until the day I die. O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, ‘Haste and come to me!' O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee, I were blest, Where thou liest low and tak'st thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea. I wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn ower my een, And I in Helen's arms lying, On fair Kirconnell lea. I wish I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; And I am weary of the skies, Since my Love died for me. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
O think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair; I laid her down wi' 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;
I lighted down my sword to draw, I hacked him in pieces sma', I hacked him in pieces sma', For her that died for me.
O Helen fair, beyond compare! I'll make a garland of thy hair Shall bind my heart for evermair Until the day I die.
O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, ‘Haste and come to me!'
O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee, I were blest, Where thou liest low and tak'st thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn ower my een, And I in Helen's arms lying, On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; And I am weary of the skies, Since my Love died for me.
