OF 1 a the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonie lassie lives,
The lassie I loe best:
Theres 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:
Theres not a bonie flower that springs,
By fountain, shaw, or green;
Theres not a bonie bird that sings,
But minds me o my Jean.
Note 1. Written during a separation from Mrs. Burns in their honeymoon. Burns was preparing a home at Ellisland; Mrs. Burns was at Mossgiel.Lang. [back]