Chapter 31 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 lea!

Curst be the heart that thought the thought,

And curst the hand that fired the shot,

When in my arms burd Helen dropt,

And died to succour me!

O thinkna ye my heart was sair

When my love dropt down, and