Now Westlin Winds

These are the words of another

Dick Gaughan

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 mountain

The woodcock haunts the lonely dells

The soaring hern the fountain

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 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 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 waist 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, my lovely charmer