Of a‚ the airts the wind can blaw

I dearly like the west

For there the bonnie Lassie lives

The Lassie I love best

There’s wild-woods grow, and rivers row

And mony a hill between

But day and night my fancy’s flight

Is ever wi‚ my Jean

I see her in the Dewy folwers

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 a fountain, shaw, or green

There’s not a bonnie bird that sings

But minds me o‚ my Jean

by: /dani_fx