Of A The Airts The Wind Can Blaw_Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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Of A The Airts The Wind Can Blaw

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her charm the air:

    there's not a bonie flower that springs,

    by fountain, shaw, reen;

    there's not a bonie bird that sings,

    but minds me o' my jean.