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Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

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 monie 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.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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