i love my jean

of a' the airts the wind can blaw

i dearly like the west

for there the bonnie lassie lives

the lassie i love 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 dewy flowers

i see her sweet and fair

i hear her in the tunefula birds

i hear her charm the air

there's not a bonnie flower

that springs

by a fountain

shaw

or green

there's not a bonnie bird that sings

but minds me oh my jean!