Jean

By Robert Burns

1759-1796


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:
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.

DayPoems Poem No. 446
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