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.
2. O Helen fair beyond compare,
3. Curs'd be the hand that shot the shot.
4. O think na ye but my heart was sair; | 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,
7. I wish my grave was growing green,
8. I wish I were where Helen lies! |