Poem by Robert Burns

Jean

Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw,
	I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
	The lassie I lo’e best:
There wild-woods grow, and rivers row,
	And mony a hill between;
But day and night my fancy’s 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:
There’s not a bonnie flower that springs
	By fountain, shaw, or green,
There’s 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
	That’s 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!

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2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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