The book of British ballads . ir,Shall bind my heart for evermair,Until the day I die. O that I were where Helen lies!Night and day on me she cries;Out of my bed she bids me rise,Says, Haste and come to me!— 0 Helen fair ! O Helen chaste !If I were with thee, I were blest,Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest, On fair Kirconnell Lee.* 1 wish my grave were growing green,A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,And I in Helens arms lying, On fair Kirconnell Lee. * The following stanzas conclude Mr. WordsworthiBallad: — But many days, and many months, And many years ensuing,This wretched Knight did va
The book of British ballads . ir,Shall bind my heart for evermair,Until the day I die. O that I were where Helen lies!Night and day on me she cries;Out of my bed she bids me rise,Says, Haste and come to me!— 0 Helen fair ! O Helen chaste !If I were with thee, I were blest,Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest, On fair Kirconnell Lee.* 1 wish my grave were growing green,A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,And I in Helens arms lying, On fair Kirconnell Lee. * The following stanzas conclude Mr. WordsworthiBallad: — But many days, and many months, And many years ensuing,This wretched Knight did vainly seek The death that he was wooing:And coming back across the wave,Without a groan on Helens graveHis body he extended,And there his sorrow ended. Now ye, who willingly have heard The tale I have been telling,May in Kirconnell churchyard view The grave of lovely Ellen:By Ellens side the Bruce is laid ;And, for the stone upon his head,May no rude hand deface it,And its forlorn Hie Jacet ! G. P. Nieholls sc. 397 \\\\\\\. J. Franklin del. G. Dalziel sc.
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