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Westlin

By Burns

Now westlin and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant
The moorcock springs on wings
the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wild o'er the
Delights the weary
And the moon shines as I rove at night
To muse my charmer.
The partridge loves the fruitful
The plover the mountains
The woodcock the lonely dells
The soaring the fountains
Through lofty groves the cushat
The of man to shun it
The hazel bush o'erhangs the
The thorn the linnet
Thus every kind their find
The savage and the
Some social join and leagues
Some wander
away! the cruel sway
Tyrannic man's
The joy, the murdering cry
The gory pinion
But dear, the evening's clear
files the skimming swallow
The sky is blue, the in view
All fading green and
Com let us stray our way
And the charms of nature
The rustling corn, the thorn
And every creature
gently walk and sweetly talk
Till the silent shines clearly
I'll grasp thy and, fondly pressed
how I love thee dearly
Not vernal showers to flowers
Not autumn to the
So can be as thou to me
My fair, and charmer.