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

    Amang 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 blink o' her wad banish care

    Sae charming is my Jean.

    What sighs and vows amang the knowes

    Hae pass'd 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！