Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly loe the west, For there the bonny lassie lives, The lassie I loe best.

Though wild-woods grow, and rivers row Wi’ mony a hill between, Baith day and night my fancy’s flight Is ever wi’ my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flower, Sae lovely, sweet and fair; I hear her voice in ilka bird, Wi’ music charm the air.