Song For Autumn

Now westlin' wind aye and slaught'ring gun
 Bring autumn's pleasant weather
 Oh the gorcock springs aye on whirring wings
 Amangst the blooming heather
 Now waving grain wide o'er the plain
 Delights the weary farmer
 But the moon shines bright when I rove at night
 To muse upon my charmer
 Now the partidge loves a fruitful fell
 The plover loves the mountains
 And the woodcock haunts the lonely dell
 The soaring hern the fountains
 Through lofty groves the cushat roves
 The path of man to shun it
 And the hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush
 The spreading thorn, the linnet
 Let every kind their fortune find
 The savage and the tender
 Some social join, oh some leagues combine
 Some solitary wander
 Avaunt, away, the cruel sway
 Tyrannic man's dominion
 The sportsman's joy, oh a murdering cry
 Fluttering gory pinion
 But, Peggy dear, evening's clear
 Swift flies the skimming swallow
 Oh the sky is blue, all the fields in view
 All shimmering green and yellow
 Come, let us stray our gladsome way
 And view the charms of nature
 The rustling corn, oh the fruited thorn
 And every happy creature
 We'll gently walk, aye we'll sweetly talk
 'Til the silent moon shines clearly
 I'll grasp thy waist, oh I'll fondly press
 Oh I swear I love you dearly
 No vernal showers to budding flowers
 Not autumn to the farmer
 So dear can be aye as thou to me
 My fair, my lovely charmer
 No vernal showers to budding flowers
 Not autumn to the farmer
 So dear can be aye as thou to me
 My fair, my lovely charmer