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Sae lovely, ſweet, and fair,

I hear her voice in ilka bird,

Wi muſic charm the air;

There's not a bonnyy flow'r that ſprings,

By fountain, ſnaw, or green,

Nor yet a bonny bird that ſings,

But minds me of my Jean.

Upon the banks off flowing Clyde,

The laſſes buſk them braw;

But when their beſt they hae put on,

My Jeanie dings then a'w;

In hamely weeds the far exceeds

The faireſt of the town;

Baith grave and gay confeſſ it fae,

Tho' dreſſ' d in ruſſet gown,

The gameſome lamb that ſucks the dam,

Máir harmleſs canna be,

She has nae faut (of ſic we ca't)

Except her love for me;

The ſparkling hue, of cleareſt blue,

Is like her ſhining e'en;

In ſhape an air wha could compare

Wi my ſweet lovely Jean.

O blaw ye whiſtlen win's blaw ſaft,

Amang the leafy trees;

Wi' gentle breath, frae muir an' dale,

Bring hame the laden bees;