WESTLIN' WINDS                     Dick Gauchan
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      Now westlin' winds and slaughterin' guns bring Autumn's pleasant weather.
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      The Woodcock springs on whirring wings among the bloomin' Heather.
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      Now waving grain winds o'er the plain delights the weary Farmer,
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      And the Moon shines bright as I roam at night to muse upon my charmer.


      The Partridge loves the fruitful fells, the Plover loves the mountain,
      The Woodcock haunts the lonely dells, the soaring Heron the fountain.
      Through lofty groves the Cushart roves; the path of Man to shun it.
      The hazel-bush o'erhangs the Thrush, the spreading thorn the Linnet.


      Thus every kind their pleasure find, the savage and the tender.
      Some social join and leagues combine, some solitary wander
      Avaunt away the cruel sway to renege man's dominion.
      The Sportsman's joy the murderin' cry, the fluttering goried pinion.


      But Peggy dear, the evening's clear. Swift flies the skimming Swallow.
      The sky is blue, the fields in view all fading green and yellow.
      Come let us stray our gladsome way to view the charms of nature,
      The rustling corn, the fruited thorn, and every happy creature.


      We'll gently walk and sweetly talk till the silent Moon shine clearly.
      I'll grasp thy waist and, fondly pressed, swear how I love thee dearly.
      Nor vernal showers the budding flowers, nor Autumn to the Farmer
      So dear can be as thou'rt to me, my fair, my lovely charmer.