Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Robert Burns (17591796)Of a the Airts the Wind Can Blaw
TUNE —‘Miss Admiral Gordon’s Strathspey.’
O
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonie lassie lives,
The lassie I lo’e best;
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And mony a hill between;
By day and night my fancy’s flight
Is ever wi’ my Jean.
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.