Westlin' Winds
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Now whistling winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
The moor-cock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather
Now weeping grain, wide o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
The moon shines bright as I rove at night
To muse upon my charmer
The partridge loves the fruitful fields
The plover loves the mountain
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells
The soaring heron the fountain
Through lofty groves, the cushat roves
The path of man shunning
The hazel-bush o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn the linnet
Thus every kind their pleasure find
The savage and the tender
Some socials join, some leagues combine
Some solitary wander
Avaunt, away, the cruel sway
Tyrannic man's dominion
The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry
The flattering, gory pinion
Come, Peggy dear, the evening's clear
Thick flies the skimming swallow
The sky is blue, the fields in view
All fading green and yellow
Come let us stray our gladsome way
And view the charms o' nature
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And every happy creature
We'll gently walk, we'll sweetly talk
Till the silent moon shines clearly
I'll grasp thy waist and fondly press
Tell how I love thee dearly
Not vernal showers, nor budding flowers
Nor autumn to the farmer
So dear can be as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer