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B U
R N S’
CELEBRATED
SONG &.
Of o' the airts the Win’' can b/aw.
Of a’ the airts the win’ can blaw, I dearly like the weft,’
For there the bonny laffie lives, the lafs that I lo’e bed ; '
Tho’ wild woods grow, and rivers row, wi’ mony a hill b
tween,
Baith day and night my fancy’s flight is ever wi’ my Jean.
I fee her in the dewy flowers, fae lovely, fweet, an’ fair j,
I hear her voice in ilka bird, wi’ mufic charm the air :
There’s not a bonny flower that fprings, by fountain, (haw,
green,
Nor yet ajjonny bird that lings, but minds me o’ my Jean,

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