Song for Autumn Old Blind Dogs

[Verse 1]
Now westlin' wind, aye, and slaught'rin' gun
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
Oh the moorcock springs, aye, on whirrin' wings
Amangst the bloomin' heather
Now wavin' grain wide o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
But the moon shines bright when I rove at night
To muse upon my charmer

[Verse 2]
Now the partridge loves a fruitful fell
The plover loves the mountains
And the woodcock haunts the lonely dell
The soaring heron the fountains
Through lofty groves the cushat roves
The path of man to shun it
And the hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn, the linnet

[Verse 3]
Let every kind their fortune find
The savage and the tender
Some social join, oh, some leagues combine
Some solitary wander
Avaunt, away, the cruel sway
Tyrannic man's dominion
But sportsman's joy, oh, a murdering cry
Fluttering gory pinion