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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw |
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I dearly love the west |
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For there the bonnie lassie lives |
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The lass i love the best |
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There wild woods grow and rivers row |
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And many a hill between |
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Both day and night my fancy's flight |
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Is ever with my Jean |
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Blaw you westlin winds, blaw saft |
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Amang the leafy trees |
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I hear her voice in ilka bird |
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Bring hame the laden bees |
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And bring the lassie back to me |
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The mountain, shaw or green |
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Ae blink o' her wad banish care |
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Sae lovely is my Jean |
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What sighs and vows amang yon knows |
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Hae past atween us twa |
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Sae fain tae meet, I wae tae pairt |
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The day she gang awa |
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The powers above can only know |
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To whom my heart has seen |
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Bring the lassie back to me |
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Nane can be sae dear to me |
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My sweet and lovely Jean |
