Tannahill Weavers Westlin' Winds
Now westlin' winds and slaught'ring guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
The gorcock springs on whirring wings
Amang the blooming heather
Now waving grain wide o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
The moon shines bright as I rove by night
Tae muse upon my charmer
The paitrick lo'es the fruitfu' fells
The plover lo'es the mountains
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells
The soaring hern the fountains
Through lofty groves the cushat roves
The path o' 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
Tyrannic man's dominion
The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry
The fluttering gory pinion
But, Peggy dear, the evening's clear
Thick flies the skimming swallow
The sky is blue, the fields in view
All fading green and yellow
Come, let us stray our gladsome way
And view the joys of nature
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And ilka happy creature
We'll gently walk and sweetly talk
While the silent moon shines clearly
I'll clasp thy waist, and fondly prest
Swear how I love thee dearly
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs
Not autumn to the farmer
So dear can be as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer
