The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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OF A' THE AIRTS |
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OF A' THE AIRTS
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Of a' the airts the wind can blawI dearly like the west,
For there the bonie lassie lives,
The lassie I lo'e best.
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And monie a hill between,
But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever wi' my Jean.
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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 bonie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,
There's not a bonie bird that sings,
But minds me o' my Jean.
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