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