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O lang will his Lady

Look owre the Castle Downe,

Ere she see the Earl of Murray

Come sounding through the town!

597 Helen of Kirconnell

WISH I were where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell lea!

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��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!

think na ye my heart was sair, When my Love dropp'd and spak nae There did she swoon wi' mcikle 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 Kirconnel] 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.

O Helen fair, beyond compare! I'll mak a garland o' thy hair, Shall bind my heart for evermair,

Until the day I die!

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