I. Now Westlin Winds And Slaughtering Guns Bring Autumn'S Pleasant Weather; The Moor-Cock 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. Ii. 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. Iii. Thus Ev'Ry Kind Their Pleasure Find, The Savage And The Tender; Some Social Join, And Leagues Combine; Some Solitary Wander: Avaunt, Away! The Cruel Sway, Tyrannic Man'S Dominion; The Sportsman'S Joy, The Murd'Ring Cry, The Flutt'Ring, Gory Pinion. Iv. But Peggy, Dear, The Ev'Ning'S Clear, Thick Flies The Skimming Swallow; The Sky Is Blue, The Fields 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. V. We'll Gently Walk, And Sweetly Talk, Till The Silent Moon Shine Clearly; I'll Grasp Thy Waist, And, Fondly Prest, Swear How I Love Thee Dearly: Not Vernal Show'Rs To Budding Flow'Rs, Not Autumn To The Farmer, So Dear Can Be As Thou To Me, My Fair, My Lovely Charmer!