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10 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 11. Now westlin winds and slaught ring guns.
Tune: Port Gordon. Ceil. Pocket Companion, c. 1756, viii. p. 25. |
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Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather; And the moorcock springs, on whirring wings,
Amang the blooming heather : Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,
Delights the weary farmer; And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night,
To muse upon my charmer. |
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The partridge loves the fruitful fells;
The plover loves the mountains ; The woodcock haunts the lonely dells,
The soaring hern the fountains: Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves.
The path of man to shun it; The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet. |
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