| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| R. Burns |
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| CLV. Jean |
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| 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, | 5 |
| And mony a hill between; | |
| But day and night my fancy's flight | |
| Is ever wi' my Jean. | |
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| I see her in the dewy flowers, | |
| I see her sweet and fair; | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| But minds me o' my Jean. | |
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| O blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft | |
| Amang the leafy trees; | |
| Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale, | |
| Bring hame the laden bees; | 20 |
| And bring the lassie back to me | |
| That's aye sae neat and clean: | |
| Ae blink o' her wad banish care, | |
| Sae charming is my Jean. | |
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| What sighs and vows amang the knowes | 25 |
| Hae pass'd atween us twa! | |
| How fond to meet, how wae to part, | |
| That night she gaed awa'! | |
| The Powers aboon can only ken, | |
| To whom the heart is seen, | 30 |
| That nane can be sae dear to me | |
| As my sweet, lovely Jean! | |
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