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Westlin

By Robbie

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