O' That I Were Where Helen Lies
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(Robert Burns poem / Live on Peel Acres 01-22-04)
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O' that I were where Helen lies
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Night and day on me she cries
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O' that I were where Helen lies
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In fair Kirkconnel lee
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O' Helen fair beyond compare
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A ringlet of thy flowing hair
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I'll wear it still for ever mair
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Until the day I die
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Curs'd be the gun that shot the shot
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And curs'd be the hand that gave the crack
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Into my arms bird Helen lap
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And died for sake o' me
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O' think na ye but my heart was sair
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My love fell down and spake nae mair
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There did she swoon wi meikle care
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On fair Kirkconnel lee
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I lighted down, my sword did draw
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I cutted him in pieces sma'
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I cutted him in pieces sma'
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On fair Kirkconnel lee
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O' Helen chaste, thou wert modest
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If I were with thee I were blest
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Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
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On fair Kirkconnel lee
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I wish my grave was growing green
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A winding sheet put o'er my e'en
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And I in Helen's arms lying
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In fair Kirkconnel lee
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I wish I were where Helen lies
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Night and day on me she cries
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O' that I were where Helen lies
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On fair Kirkconnel lee
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O' That I Were Where Helen Lies
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