Of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw[1]

Tune-"Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey."

      Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,      I dearly like the west,      For there the bonie lassie lives,      The lassie I lo'e best:      There's wild-woods grow, and rivers row,      And mony a hill between:      But day and night my fancys' 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 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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Written during a separation from Mrs. Burns in their honeymoon. Burns was preparing a home at Ellisland; Mrs. Burns was at Mossgiel.-Lang.