A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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O ! Helen brave ! but this I crave
Of thy poor slave some pity have.
And do him save that's near his grave^
And dies for love of thee.
PART SECOND.
I WISH I were where Helen lies I
Night and day on me she cries
O that I were where Helen lies.
On fair Kirconnell Lee !
Curst be the heart that thought the thought.
And cui'st the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt.
And died to succour me !
O think na ye my heart was sair.
When my love di-opt down and spak nae mair!
There did she swoon wi' meikle care,
On fair Kirconnell Lee.
As I went down the water side.
None but my foe to be my guide.
None but my foe to be my guide.
On fair Kirconnell Lee,
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