OF A' THE AIRTS (I LOVE MY JEAN)

OF A’ THE AIRTS (I LOVE MY JEAN)
Robert Burns

Of a’ the airts the wind can blow
            I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
            The lassie I lo’e best,
Where wild-woods grow, and rivers row,
            And many 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 bonnie flower that springs
            By fountain, shaw or green,
There’s not a bonnie bird that sings,
            But minds me o’ my Jean.

Footnote: In his notes (1788) Robert Burns wrote: “This song beginning ‘Of a’ the airts the wind can blast’, I composed out of compliment to Mrs Burns. N.B. – It was during the honeymoon.”