Westlin Winds Lyrics

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.