Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . /?>. HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL I WISH I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell lee I Curst be the heart that thought the thought,And curst the hand that fired the shot,When in my arms burd Helen died to succour me ! 0 think ye na my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair ?There did she swoon wi meikle care,On fair Kirkconnell lee ! As I went down the but my foe to be my guide,None but my foe to be my fair Kirkconnell
Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . /?>. HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL I WISH I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell lee I Curst be the heart that thought the thought,And curst the hand that fired the shot,When in my arms burd Helen died to succour me ! 0 think ye na my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair ?There did she swoon wi meikle care,On fair Kirkconnell lee ! As I went down the but my foe to be my guide,None but my foe to be my fair Kirkconnell lee— 1 lighted down, my sword did draw,I hacked him in pieces sma, I hacked him in pieces sma. For her sake that died for me. 86 GOLDEN BOOK OF FAMOUS WOMEN 0 Helen fair, beyond compare! 1 11 weave a garland of thy hair,Shall bind my heart for evermair. Until the day I dee ! 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 !Were I with thee I would be blest,
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