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160 ~ SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS.
Cursed be the heart that thought the thought,
And cursed the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died for sake o' me.
Oh, think nae but my heart was sair
When my love fell and spak' nae mair ;
I laid her down wi' meikle care
On fair Kirkconnell lea.
I laid her down, my sword did draw.
Stern was our strife in Kirtle-shav/ ;
I hew'd him down in pieces sma',
For her that died for me.
Oh, that I were where Helen lies ;
Night and day on me she cries,
Out of my bed she bids me rise,
" Oh, come, my love, to me !"
Helen fair, Helen chaste !
Were I with thee I would be blest.
Where thou liest low and tak'st thy rest
On fair Kirkconnell lea.
1 wish I were where Helen lies —
Night and day on me she cries ;
I'm sick of all beneath the skies,
Since my love died for me.
LUCY'S FLITTIN'.
William Laidlaw, died 1846. Mr. Laidlaw was the steward, amanuensis,
and tried and trusted friend of Sir Walter Scott.
'TwAS when the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in',
And Martinmas dowie had wound up the year,
That Lucy row'd up her wee kist wi' her a' in't,
And left her auld maister and neebours sae dear :
For Lucy had served in the glen a' the simmer ;
She cam' there afore the flower bloom' d on the pea ;
An orphan was she, and they had been kind till her —
Sure that was the thing brocht the tear to her ee.