by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Now westlin winds 
Language: English  after the English 
Now westlin winds and slaught'rin' guns,
Brings 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
To muse upon my charmer.

We'll gently walk and sweetly talk,
While the silent moon shines clearly;
I'll clasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I lo'e thee dearly;
Not vernal showers to budding flowers,
Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer.


Gorcock = red grouse

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Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani

This text was added to the website: 2013-03-25
Line count: 16
Word count: 94