Of a' the Airts the Wind Can Blaw (Poem by Robert Burns)

Old Poem

Of a' the Airts the Wind Can Blaw
By Robert Burns


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 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 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 bonnie flower that springs
    By fountain, shaw, or green,
There’s not a bonnie bird that sings,
    But minds me o’ my Jean.


O blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft
    Among the leafy trees,
Wi’ balmy gale, frae hill and dale
    Bring hame the laden bees;
And bring the lassie back to me
    That’s aye sae neat and clean;
Ae smile o’ her wad banish care,
    Sae charming is my Jean.


What sighs and vows amang the knowes
    Hae passed atween us twa!
How fond to meet, how wae to part,
    That night 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!

Burns wrote this charming song in honour of Joan Armour: he archly says in his notes, “P.S. it was during the honeymoon.” Other versions are abroad; this one is from the manuscripts of the poet.

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