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. tune: Where Helen Lies (203) filename[ HELNLIES play.exe HELNLIES ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
