“I love my Jean”

Of a’ the airts 1 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 ’s 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 of my Jean. Note 1. The points of the compass. [back]

Collection: 
English
1779
Robert Burns
Sub Title: 
II. Parting and Absence

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