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Westlin

By Burns

Now westlin and slaughtering guns
Bring pleasant weather
The moorcock springs on whirring
Among the heather
Now grain, wild o'er the plain
Delights the farmer
And the shines bright as I rove at night
To muse my charmer.
The partridge the fruitful fells
The plover the mountains
The woodcock haunts the lonely
The soaring the fountains
Through lofty the cushat roves
The path of man to it
The hazel o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn the
Thus every kind their pleasure
The and the tender
Some social join and combine
Some wander
away! the cruel sway
Tyrannic man's
The sportsman's joy, the cry
The fluttering gory
But Peggy dear, the clear
Thick files the skimming
The sky is blue, the in view
All fading green and
Com let us our gladsome way
And view the charms of
The corn, the fruited thorn
And every happy
We'll gently walk and talk
Till the moon shines clearly
I'll grasp thy waiste and, pressed
how I love thee dearly
Not showers to budding flowers
Not autumn to the
So dear can be as to me
My fair, and charmer.