The Tannahill Weavers
The Tannahill Weavers - Westlin' Winds songtekst
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Now westlin' winds and slaught'ring guns Bring autumn's pleasant weather The gorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather Now waving grain wide o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer The moon shines bright as I rove by night Tae muse upon my charmer The paitrick lo'es the fruitfu' fells The plover lo'es the mountains The woodcock haunts the lonely dells The soaring hern the fountains Through lofty groves the cushat roves The path o' 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 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 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 joys of nature The rustling corn, the fruited thorn And ilka happy creature We'll gently walk and sweetly talk While the silent moon shines clearly I'll clasp thy waist, and fondly prest Swear how I love thee dearly Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs Not autumn to the farmer So dear can be as thou to me My fair, my lovely charmer