Western Wind

Oh western wind when will thou blow

The small rain down can rain

And if my love were in my arms

And I in my bed again

And I in my bed again, and I in my bed again

And I in my bed again

Now western winds and slaughtering guns

Bring autumn's pleasant weather

The moorcock springs on whirring wings

Among the blooming heather

Now waving grain wild o'er the plain

Delights the weary farmer

The moon shines bright as I rove at night

To muse upon my charier

The partridge loves the fruitful fells

The plover loves the mountain

The woodcock haunts the lonely dells

The soaring hern the fountains

Through lofty groves the cushat roves

Tine 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, some leagues combine

And some solitary wander

Avaunt, away the cruel sway

Tyranme man's dommion

The sportsman's joy the murdering cry

The fluttering gory pinion

But Polly dear the evening's here

Swift flies the skimming swallow

The sky is blue, the field's in view

All fading green and yellow

Come let us stray our gladsome way

And view the charms of nature

The rustling corn the fruited thorn

And every happy creature

We'll gently talk and sweetly walk

Till the silent moon shines clearly

I'll grasp thy waist and fondly pressed

Swear how I love 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

Oh western wind when will thou blow

The small rain down can rain

And if my love were in my arms

And I in my bed again

And I in my bed again

And I in my bed again