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Westlin

By Robbie

Now winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant
The springs on whirring wings
Among the heather
Now waving grain, o'er the plain
Delights the weary
And the moon shines bright as I at night
To muse my charmer.
The partridge loves the fells
The plover loves the
The woodcock haunts the dells
The soaring the fountains
Through groves the cushat roves
The path of man to it
The bush o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn the
every kind their pleasure find
The and the tender
Some join and leagues combine
Some solitary
Avaunt away! the cruel
man's dominion
The sportsman's joy, the cry
The fluttering pinion
But dear, the evening's clear
Thick files the skimming
The sky is blue, the field's in
All green and yellow
Com let us stray our way
And the charms of nature
The rustling corn, the fruited
And happy creature
We'll walk and sweetly talk
the silent moon shines clearly
I'll grasp thy and, fondly pressed
how I love thee dearly
Not vernal to budding flowers
Not to the farmer
So dear can be as to me
My fair, and charmer.