O' That I Were Where Helen Lies       (Robert Burns poem / Live on Peel Acres 01-22-04)       O' that I were where Helen lies    Night and day on me she cries    O' that I were where Helen lies    In fair Kirkconnel lee       O' Helen fair beyond compare    A ringlet of thy flowing hair    I'll wear it still for ever mair    Until the day I die       Curs'd be the gun that shot the shot    And curs'd be the hand that gave the crack    Into my arms bird Helen lap    And died for sake o' me       O' think na ye but my heart was sair    My love fell down and spake nae mair    There did she swoon wi meikle care    On fair Kirkconnel lee       I lighted down, my sword did draw    I cutted him in pieces sma'    I cutted him in pieces sma'    On fair Kirkconnel lee       O' Helen chaste, thou wert modest    If I were with thee I were blest    Where thou lies low and takes thy rest    On fair Kirkconnel lee       I wish my grave was growing green    A winding sheet put o'er my e'en    And I in Helen's arms lying    In fair Kirkconnel lee       I wish I were where Helen lies    Night and day on me she cries    O' that I were where Helen lies    On fair Kirkconnel lee