Now Western winds and slaughtering guns Bring autumn's pleasant weather The moorcock springs on the whirring wings Among the blooming heather Where waving grain, wild o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer And the moon shines bright as I rove at night To muse upon my charmer
The pheasant loves the fruitful fells The plover loves the mountain The moorcock swings on whirring wings Among the blooming heather Through lofty groves the pigeon roves The path of man to shun it The hazel bush overhangs the thrush The spreading thorn the linnet
Oh Peggy dear the evening's clear Thick flies the skimming swallow The sky is blue, the fields in view A-fading green and yellow Avaunt! Away! the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion The huntsman's joy, the murdering cry The fluttering, gory pinion
We'll gently walk, aye and sweetly talk While the silent moon shines clearly I'll grasp your waist and, fondly pressed, I swear I love thee dearly Not vernal showers to budding flowers Not autumn to the farmer So dear to me as you and me My fair, my lovely charmerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
