Robert Burns - Of a the airts the wind can blaw

Of ^Ca' the ^Fairts the ^Cwind can ^Fblaw, I ^Cdearly ^Dm7like the ^G7west, For ^Cthere the ^Fbonie ^Classie ^Flives, The ^Classie ^D7I lo'e ^G7best: There's ^Cwild-woods ^Fgrow, and ^Crivers ^Amrow, And ^Fmony a hill be^Gtween: But ^Cday and ^Fnight my ^Cfancys' ^Fflight Is ^Cever ^G7wi' my ^CJean.

I ^Csee her ^Fin the ^Cdewy ^Fflowers, I ^Csee her ^Dm7sweet and ^G7fair: I ^Chear her ^Fin the ^Ctunefu' ^Fbirds, I ^Chear her ^D7charm the ^G7air: There's ^Cnot a ^Fbonie ^Cflower that ^Amsprings, By ^Ffountain, shaw, or ^Ggreen; There's ^Cnot a ^Fbonie ^Cbird that ^Fsings, But ^Cminds ^G7me o' my ^CJean.