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Robert Burns - Of A` the Airts
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Of a` the airts the wind can blaw, 
I dearly like the west, 
For there the bonnie lassie lives, 
The lassie I lo`e best: 
There`s wild woods grow, and rivers row, 
And mony a hill between; 
But day and night my fancy`s flight 
Is ever wi` my Jean. 

I see her in the dewey flowers, 
I see her sweet and fair; 
I hear her in the tunefu` birds, 
I hear her charm the air: 
There`s not a bonnie flower that springs 
By fountain, shaw, or green, 
There`s not a bonie bird that sings, 
But minds me o` my Jean.
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