Jean
1759-1796
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 monie 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.
DayPoems Poem No. 446
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/446.html">Jean by Robert Burns</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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