Of A’ The Airts

Of all the airts the wind can blow
I dearly like the west
For it's there the bonnie lassie lives
The lassie I love best
Where wild woods grow and rivers roll
And many's 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 tuneful birds
I hear her charm the air
There's not a bonnie flower
That springs by fountain shore green
There's not a bonnie bird that sings
But minds me o' my Jean

I see her in the dewy flowers
I see her sweet and fair
I hear her in the tuneful birds
I hear her charm the air
There's not a bonnie flower
That springs by fountain shore green
There's not a bonnie bird that sings
But minds me o' my Jean