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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