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Poem by Robert Burns


Of a the airts the wind can blaw,
	I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
	The lassie I loe best:
There wild-woods grow, and rivers row,
	And mony a hill between;
But day and night my fancys flight
	Is ever wi my Jean.	

I see her in the dewy flowers,
	I see her sweet and fair:
I hear her in the tunefu birds,
	I hear her charm the air:
Theres not a bonnie flower that springs
	By fountain, shaw, or green,
Theres not a bonnie bird that sings,
	But minds me o my Jean.	

O blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft
	Among the leafy trees,
Wi balmy gale, frae hill and dale
	Bring hame the laden bees;
And bring the lassie back to me
	Thats aye sae neat and clean;
Ae smile o her wad banish care,
	Sae charming is my Jean.	

What sighs and vows amang the knows
	Hae passed atween us twa!
How fond to meet, how wae to part,
	That night she gaed awa!
The powers aboon can only ken,
	To whom the heart is seen,
That nane can be sae dear to me
	As my sweet lovely Jean!

                      Robert Burns

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Scroggam
  2. The First Psalm
  3. Lines Written on a Bank-note
  4. Lines Written at Loudon Manse
  5. To Alex Cunningham, Writer

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