IO.

Of a' the Airts.

I.

OF a' the airts the wind can blaw

I dearly like the west,

For there the bonie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best.

There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And monie a hill between,

But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever wi' my Jean.

II.

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 bonie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,

There's not a bonie bird that sings,

But minds me o' my Jean.

II.

John Anderson my Jo.

I.

JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

II.

John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither,
And monie a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo!

12.

Ae Fond Kiss.

I.

AE fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, and then forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.

II.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy:
Naething could resist my Nancy!
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met or never parted —

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

III.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,

Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

13.

Ye Flowery Banks.

I.

YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae fu' o' care?

II.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,

That sings upon the bough:

Thou minds me o' the happy days

When my fause Luve was true!

III.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,

That sings beside thy mate:
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o' my fate!

IV.

Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon
To see the woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,

And sae did I o' mine.

V.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree,

And my fause luver staw my rose,
But left the thorn wi' me.

14.

A Red, Red Rose.

I.

O, My luve is like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June.