ROBERT BURNS.
10. Of a' the Airts.
I.
Of a' the airts the wind can blawI dearly like the west,For there the bonie lassie lives,The lassie I lo'e best.There wild woods grow, and rivers row,And monie a hill between,But day and night my fancy's flightIs ever wi' my Jean.
II.
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 springsBy fountain, shaw, or green,There's not a bonie bird that sings,But minds me o' my Jean.
About author.
Robert Burns, also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National
Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names
and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as
the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
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