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Now Westlin Winds

NOW WESTLIN WINDS

By: Gordon McLeod

Catalog ID: 517698 Duration: 3:36 Tempo: Med Slow BPM: 80 Vocal: Male Vocals
Genre: Folk Music | British Folk music

Traditional Scottish song by Robert Burns with great lyrics, wonderful baritone male vocal, moving tender dramatic subject matter and lush acoustic guitar flute and violin and strings accompaniment perfect for film credits or soundtrack television travel documentary romantic drama or Scottish film Keywords: Burns the bard trad

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Keywords: Now Westlin Winds by Robert Burns Now westlin 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 And the moon shines bright as I rove at night To muse upon my charmer The partridge loves the fruitful fells The plover loves the mountain The woodcock haunts the lonely dells The soaring hern the fountain Through lofty groves the cushat roves The 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 and leagues combine Some solitary wander Avaunt! Away! the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry The fluttering, gory pinion But Peggy dear the evening's clear Thick flies the skimming swallow The sky is blue, the fields in view All fading