This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
"I wish I were where Anna lies!
For I am sick of lingering here;
And every hour affection cries,
Come, and partake my narrow bier!"]
I wish I were where Helen lies—
Night and day on me she cries;
O that I were where Helen lies,
On fair Kirkconnell lea.
O Helen fair, beyond compare,
I'll make a garland of thy hair,
Shall bind my heart for evermair,
Until the day I die.
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.
O think na 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-shaw—
I hew'd him down in pieces sma',
For her that died for me.
O that I were where Helen lies,
Night and day on me she cries,
Out of my bed she bids me rise,
"O come, my love, to me!"
O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
Were I with thee I would be blest,
Where thou liest low, and tak'st thy rest
On fair Kirkconnell lea.
I 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.