by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation
Fair Helen of Kirkconnell
Language: English  after the English
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!
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It is based on
- a text in English by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "Fair Helen"
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Fair Helen of Kirkconnell", JHW. XXXII/4 no. 341, Hob. XXXIa no. 236 [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-06
Line count: 16
Word count: 108