Night and day on me she cries;
Oh that I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirconnell lea!
Curst be the heart that thought the thought, 5
And curst the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died to succour me!
Oh think na but my heart was sair,
When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair! 10
I laid her down wi’ meikle care