Now Westlin Winds

Lyrics for Now Westlin Winds

Now western winds and slaughtering guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather The moorcock springs on winning wings And hangs the blooming heather Now waning grain winds o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer And the moon shines bright when I rove at night To muse upon my charmer The partridge loves the fruitful fells The plover loves the mountains The woodcock haunts the lowly dells The soaring hen 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 The Peggy deer the evenings clear Swift 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 and sweetly talk Till the silent moon shine clearly I'll grasp thy waist and fondly press Swear how I love thee dearly Not vernal sham wears the barren flowers Nor Autumn to the farmer So dear can be as thou to me My fair, my lovely charmer