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 In shape and air, wha can compare

Wi' my sweet lovely Jean?

O blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft

Among the leafy trees;

Wi' gentle gale, frae muir and dale,

Bring hame the laden bees,

And bring the lassie back to me

That's ay sae neat and clean;

Ae blink o' her wad banish care,

Sae lovely is my Jean.

What sighs and vows, amang the knowes

Hae past atween us twa!

How fain to meet, how wae to part

That day she gaed awa !

The powers aboon can only ken,

To whom the heart is seen,

That nane can be sae dear to me,

As my sweet lovely Jean. 



, muckin' at Gordie's byre,

Wrought as gin her judgment was wrang ;

Ilk daud o' the scartle struck fire,

While, loud as a lavrock, she sang!