Of a’ the Airts the Win’ can blaw (Henry A. Lambeth)
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- (Posted 2023-11-08) CPDL #77071:
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-08). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 418 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Of a’ the Airts the Win’ can blaw
Composer: Henry A. Lambeth
Lyricist: Robert Burns
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: Lowland Scots
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1891 Paterson & Sons
Description: Based on Miss Admiral Gordon’s Strathspey
William Marshall (1748–1833)
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Original text and translations
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Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly lo’e the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lassie I lo’e best:
Tho’ wildwoods grow, an’ rivers row,
An’ mony a hill between:
Baith day an’ night my fancy’s flight
Is ever wi’ my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flow’rs,
Sae lovely sweet an’ fair:
I hear her voice in ilka bird,
Wha’s music charms the air:
There’s not a bonnie flow’r that springs,
By fountain, shaw, or green;
There’s not a bonnie bird that sings,
But minds me o’ my Jean.
O blaw, ye westlin winds blaw saft,
Amang the leafy trees;
Wi’ gentle gale, frae hill and dale,
Bring hame the laden bees;
An’ bring the lassie back to me
That’s aye sae neat and clean,
A’e smile o’ hers wad banish care,
Sae lovely is my Jean.
What sighs an’ vows amang the knowes,
Hae pass’d atween us twa!
How fain to meet, how twae to part,
That day she gaed awa!
The pow’rs aboon can only ken,
To whom the heart is seen,
That nane can be sae dear to me
As my sweet lovely Jean!