Now westlin winds and slaughtâring guns Bring Autumnâs pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: Now waving grain, wide oâer the plain, Delights the weary farmer: And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night, To muse upon my charmer. âRobert Burns (1759â96) |
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