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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87

Of A' the Airts the Wind Can Blaw

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Of A' the Airts the Wind Can Blaw.

In moderate time. Words by Burns. Of a' the airts the win' can blaw, I dear - ly lo'e the west; For there the bon - nie las - sie lives, The las - sie I lo e best; Let wild woods grow and riv - ers row, Wi' mo - ny a hill be - tween, Baith day and night my fan - cy's flight ls e - Ver wi' my Jean. see her in ilk dew - y flow r, Sae love - ly, sweet and fair: hear her voice in il - ka bird Wi' mu - sic charm the air; There's no a bon-nie flow' r that springs By foun - tain, shaw,3 or green, Nor a bon - nie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. Directions or points of the compass. Each. A small wood in & hollow place.

O blaw, ye westlin' winds, blaw saft,
Amang the leafy trees!
Wi' gentle breath, frae muir and dale
Bring hame the laden bees!
And bring the lassie back to me,
That's aye sae neat and clean;
Ae blink 4 o' her would banish care,
Sae charming is my Jean.

What sighs and vows amang the knowes 5
Ha'e passed atween us twa!
How fain to meet, how wae to part
That day she gaed awa!
The powers aboon can only ken,
To whom the heart is seen,
That nane can be sae dear to me
As my sweet lovely Jean.

4 One glance.

5 Knolls.