I Love My Jean
Of a' the airts the wind can blawI dearly like the westFor there the bonnie Lassie livesThe Lassie I love bestThere's wild-woods grow, and rivers rowAnd mony a hill betweenBut day and night my fancy's flightIs ever wi' my Jean!
I see her in the Dewy flowersI see her sweet and fairI hear her in the tunefulâ birdsI hear her charm the airThere's not a bonnie flower, that springsBy a fountain, shaw, or greenThere's not a bonnie bird that singsBut minds me oh my Jean!