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225. Song—Of a' the Airts the Wind can Blaw

 OF 1 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.
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.
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