Westlin Winds Lyrics - Burns Robert

Westlin Winds 

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By Robbie Burns 

Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns 

Bring autumn's pleasant weather 

The moorcock springs on whirring wings 

Among the blooming heather 

Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain 

Delights the weary farmer 

And the moon shines bright as I rove at night 

To muse upon my charmer. 

The partridge loves the fruitful fells 

The plover loves the mountains 

The woodcock haunts the lonely dells 

The soaring hern the fountains 

Through lofty groves the cushat roves 

The path of man to shun it 

The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush 

The spreading thorn the linnet 

Thus every kind their pleasure find 

The savage and the tender 

Some social join and leagues combine 

Some solitary wander 

Avaunt away! the cruel sway 

Tyrannic man's dominion 

The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry 

The fluttering gory pinion 

But Peggy dear, the evening's clear 

Thick files the skimming swallow 

The sky is blue, the field's in view 

All fading green and yellow 

Com let us stray our gladsome way 

And view the charms of nature 

The rustling corn, the fruited thorn 

And every happy creature 

We'll gently walk and sweetly talk 

Till the silent moon shines clearly 

I'll grasp thy waiste and, fondly pressed 

Swear how I love thee dearly 

Not vernal showers to budding flowers 

Not autumn to the farmer 

So dear can be as thou to me 

My fair, and lovely charmer.