of all the airts the wind can blow
I dearly like the west
for it’s there the bonny lassie lives
the lassie I love best
where wild woods grow and rivers row
and many’s 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 tuneful birds
I hear her charm the air
there’s not a bonny flower that springs
by fountain, shaw or green
there’s not a bonny bird that sings
but minds me o’ my Jean
I see her in the dewy flowers {ah-ah…}
I see her sweet and fair
I hear her in the tuneful birds
I hear her charm the air
there’s not a bonny flower that springs
by fountain, shaw or green
there’s not a bonny bird that sings
but minds me o’ my Jean
