Jean

    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 gale¹ frae hill and dale

    Bring hame the laden² bees；

    And bring the lassie back to me

    That's aye sae neat and clean：

    Ae blink o' her wad banish³ care

    Sae charming is my Jean.

    What sighs and vows⁴ 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 ken⁵

    To whom the heart is seen

    That nane can be sae dear to me

    As my sweet lovely Jean！