Anonymous. HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL. WISH I were where Helen lies; Curst be the heart that thought the thought, When in my arms bird Helen dropt Oh, think ye na my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spake nae mair: There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirkconnell lee. As I went down the water side, I lighted down, my sword did draw, I hacked him in pieces sma' For her sake that died for me. Oh, Helen, fair beyond compare! Oh, that I were where Helen lies! Oh, Helen fair! Oh, Helen chaste! I wish my grave were growing green; A winding sheet drawn o'er my e'en, And I in Helen's arms lying On fair Kirkconnell lee. I wish I were where Helen lies! For her sake that died for me. "WALY, WALY," H, waly, waly up the bank, And thoucht it was a trusty tree; Oh, waly, waly, but love be bonnie And fades away like the morning dew. Oh, wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true-love has me forsook, And says he'll love me never mair. Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, St. Anton's well shall be my drink, Since my true-love has forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? 87 O gentle death, when wilt thou come? 'Tis not the fruit that freezes fell, Nor blawing men's inclemencie ; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; grown cauld to me. But my love's heart's But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, And the green grass growin' ower me! William Cartwright. [BORN 1611. DIED 1643.] To CUPID. HOU who didst never see the light, Nor know'st the pleasure of the sight, But, always blinded, canst not say, Now it is night, or now 'tis day; So captivate her sight, so blind her eye, That still she love me, yet she ne'er know why. Thou who dost wound us with such art, To tell the blow or hand was thine; O gently, gently wound my fair, that she May thence believe the wound did come from me. |