I Love My Jean

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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the West; For there the bony 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 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 bony flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green; There's not a bony bird that sings But minds me o' my Jean.