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Westlin

By Robbie

Now westlin and slaughtering guns
Bring pleasant weather
The springs on whirring wings
the blooming heather
Now waving grain, o'er the plain
Delights the farmer
And the moon bright as I rove at night
To muse my charmer.
The partridge the fruitful fells
The plover the mountains
The woodcock haunts the dells
The soaring the fountains
Through lofty groves the cushat
The path of man to it
The hazel o'erhangs the thrush
The thorn the linnet
every kind their pleasure find
The savage and the
social join and leagues combine
Some solitary
away! the cruel sway
Tyrannic dominion
The joy, the murdering cry
The fluttering gory
But Peggy dear, the evening's
Thick files the skimming
The sky is blue, the in view
All fading and yellow
Com let us stray our way
And the charms of nature
The rustling corn, the thorn
And every happy
gently walk and sweetly talk
Till the silent moon shines
grasp thy waiste and, fondly pressed
Swear how I thee dearly
Not vernal to budding flowers
Not to the farmer
So can be as thou to me
My fair, and charmer.