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O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, 'Habte, and come to me!'

Helen fair 1 O Helen chaste ' If I were with thee, I'd be blest, Where thou lies low and taks thy rest,

On fair Kirconnell lea.

1 wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn owre my e'en, 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, For her sake that died for me.

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��398 Waly, Waly

WALY, waly, up the bank, And waly, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-bide,

Where I and my Love wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik,

I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd and syne it brak Sae my true love did lichtlie me.

O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new!

But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld, And fades awa' like morning dew.

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