Weekly Interlinear Poem





This is the poem
for the week of September 21.
A new interlinear poem
is available each Monday.

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Robert Jackson

Of All the Airts

-Robert Burns



Of all the airts the wind can blow
airts=compass points
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lassie I love best.
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
row=run along
And many a hill between,
But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever with my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair.
I hear her in the tuneful birds,
I hear her charm the air.
There's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,
shaw=wood
green=grassy land

There's not a bonnie bird that sings
But minds me of my Jean.
minds=reminds

Of all the airts the wind can blow
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lassie I love best.
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And many a hill between,
But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever with my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair.
I hear her in the tuneful birds,
I hear her charm the air.
There's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,
There's not a bonnie bird that sings
But minds me of my Jean.



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