I wish I were where Helen lies,
For night and day on me she cries,
O that I were where Helen lies,
On fair Kirkconnell lea!

Oh Helen fair! oh Helen chaste!
Were I with thee, I would be blest,
Where thou liest low, and at thy rest
On fair Kirkconnell lea.

Curst be the heart that hatch'd the thought,
And curst the hand that fir'd the shot,
When in my arms dear Helen dropt,
And died to succour me.

O think na ye my heart was sair!
My love dropt down and spake nae mair!
O think na ye my heart was sair
On fair Kirkconnell lea!