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Jean

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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:
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