Robert Burns - Of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw^1 lyrics

Tune—"Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey." Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonie la**ie lives, The la**ie 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. [Footnote 1: Written during a separation from Mrs. Burns in their honeymoon. Burns was preparing a home at Ellisland; Mrs. Burns was at Mossgiel.—Lang.]