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Of a the arts the win’ can blaw I dearly like the w⟨est,⟩
For there the bonny laſſie lives the laſs that I ⟨lo’e⟩ beſt,
The wild woods grow an’ rivers row, wi’ mony a ⟨hill⟩ between,
Baith day and night my fancy’s flight is ever wi’ my Jean.

I ſee her in the dewy flowers, ſae lovely ſweet an ⟨fair;⟩
I hear her voice in ilka bird, wi’ muſic charm the ai⟨r:⟩
There’s not a bonny flower that ſpring, by fountain, ſhaw or green;
Nor yet a bonny bird that ſings but minds me o’ my Jean.

Upon the bank of flowing Clyde, the laſſies buſk the⟨ir⟩ braw,
But when their beſt they have put on, my Jenny di⟨nt⟩ them a’
In hamely weeds ſhe far exceeds the faireſt of the town
Baith ſage an’ gay confeſs it ſae, tho’ dreſs’d in ruſh’d gown.

The gameſome lamb that ſucks the dam, mair harmleſs canna be
She has nae faur if ſie we ca’t except her love for me,
The ſparklin’ dew of cleareſt hew, is like her ſhinin’ een,
In ſhape an’ air nane can compare, wi’ my ſweet lovely Jean,

O blaw ye weſtlin’ win’s blaw faſt amang the leafy trees,
Wi’ gentle breath frae muir, an’ dale bring hame th’ laden bees;