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Westlin

By Robbie

Now winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's weather
The moorcock on whirring wings
the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wild the plain
the weary farmer
And the moon shines bright as I at night
To upon my charmer.
The partridge loves the fells
The loves the mountains
The haunts the lonely dells
The hern the fountains
Through groves the cushat roves
The of man to shun it
The hazel o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading the linnet
Thus every kind pleasure find
The savage and the
social join and leagues combine
Some wander
Avaunt away! the sway
Tyrannic man's
The sportsman's joy, the cry
The gory pinion
But dear, the evening's clear
Thick the skimming swallow
The sky is blue, the field's in
All fading and yellow
Com let us our gladsome way
And the charms of nature
The rustling corn, the fruited
And happy creature
We'll gently and sweetly talk
Till the silent shines clearly
I'll grasp thy waiste and, pressed
Swear how I love thee
Not vernal to budding flowers
Not autumn to the
So dear can be as to me
My fair, and charmer.