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O gin I were where Helen lies
Where, night and day, on me she cries.
O gin I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirkconnell Lea.

Curst be the mind that laid the plot
Curst be the hand that fired the shot
That to my arms fair Helen brought
To die for love o' me.

An' think ye no' that my heart was sair
To see her lie and speak nae mair
There did she woon wi' mickle care
On fair Kirkconnell Lea.

O Helen rare, beyond compare,
I'll mak' a garland o' your hair
'Twill bind my heart forever mair
Until the day I dee.

I wish my grave was growin' green
And a windin' sheet hap't ower my een
And I in Helen's arms was lain
Wha died for love o' me.

O gin I were where Helen lies
For night and day on me she cries
O gin I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirkconnell Lea.

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