JEAN
by: Robert Burns (1759-1796)
- F 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 may 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 bonnie flower that springs
- By fountain, shaw, or green;
- There's not a bonnie bird that sings,
- But minds me o' my Jean.
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