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LOVELY JEAN.
BURNS.
Tune — Miss Admiral Goi'don's Strathspey.
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west ;
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lass that I lo'e best :
Though wild woods grow, and rivers row,
Wi' monie a hill between,
Baith day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flow'rs,
Sae lovely, sweet, and fair ;
I hear her voice in ilka bird
Wi' music charms the air:
There's not a bonnie flow'r that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green.
Nor yet a bonnie bird that sings,
But minds me o' my Jean.
O blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft,
Amang the leafy trees !
Wi' gentle gale, frae muir and dale,
Bring hame the laden bees I
And bring the lassie back to me.
That's aye sae neat and clean :
Ae blink o' her wad banish care ;
Sae lovely is my Jean.
W^hat sighs and vows, araang the knowes,
Hae past atween us twa !
How fain to meet, how wae to part.
That day she gaed awa !

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