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at thy reft, On fair Kirko-nell lee.
I wifh my grave were growing green 1
My winding meet put o'er my e'en !
I wifh my grave were growing green,
On fair Kirkonell lee !
Where Helen lies ! where Helen lies .!
I wifh I were where Helen lies !
Soon may 1 be where Helen lies !
Who dy'd for luve of me.
paffage in one written by " Thomas Poynton, a pauper,
after he had read Drummond of Hawthornden's Hiflory of
Scotland," printed in the "Gentleman's Magazine," forjuly
1783, there appears fome reafon to think that it is not ; or at
Jeaft that the writer defcribes a very different performance.
T'other day as fhe work'd at her wheel,
She fang of fair Eleanor's fate,
Who fell by flern jealoufy's fieel,
As on Kirtle's fmooth margin fhe fate.
Her lover, to fhield from the dart,
Mod: eargerly fhe interpos'd ;
The arrow tranfpierc'd her fond heart,
The fair in his arms her eyes clos'd.
O Fleming ! how wretched thy doom,
Thy love to fee wounded to death 5
No wonder that, flretch'd on her tombi
In grief thou furrender'ft thy breath.
Yet one confolation was thine,
To foften fate's rigid decree,
Thy my fire fs her life did refign,
A martyr to love and to thee.
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