When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died for sake o' me!
O think na but my heart was sair
When my love dropt down and spak nae mair;
I laid her down wi' meikle care
On fair Kirconnell lea.
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 lea;