of a the airts the wind can blaw i dearly like the west for there the bonnie lassie lives the lassie i love best there s wild woods grow and rivers row and mony a hill between but day and night my fancy s flight is ever wi 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 a fountain shaw or green there s not a bonnie bird that sings but minds me oh my jean 
['chamber pop', 'indie pop', 'scottish indie', 'twee pop']