Western Wind

O western wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain
And if my love were in my arms
And I in thy bed again
And I in my bed again
And I in my bed again
Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
The moor-cocks spring on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wild water plain
Delights the weary farmer
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 heron the fountains
Through lofty groves the buzzard roves
The path of man to shun it
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading dawn lilies
Thus every kind their pleasure find
The savage and the tender
Some social join, some neat combine
Some solitary wander
Abaft away the cool sway
Tyrannic man's dominion
The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry
The fluttering of great pinion
Now Polly dear, the evening's here
Swift 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
We'll gently talk and sweetly walk
Till the silent moon shines clearly
I'll grasp thy waist and fondly press'd
Swear how I love thee dearly
Not vernal showers to budding flowers
Nor autumn to the farmer
So dear can be as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer
O western wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain
And if my love were in my arms
And I in thy bed again
And I in my bed again
And I in my bed again