Avaunt, away, the cruel sway!
Tyrannic man's dominion
It's actually so beautiful but (is it a poem?)
I can't sing it (the man, dominion?)
No, now westlin' winds and slaughtering guns
Bring Autumn's pleasant weather
The moorcock 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 by night
To muse upon my charmer
The partridge loves the fruitful fells
The plover loves the mountains
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells
The soaring hern the fountains
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 murd'ring cry
The flutt'ring, gory pinion!
But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear
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 walk, and sweetly talk
'Til the silent moon shine clearly
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest
Swear how I love thee dearly
Not vernal showers to budding flowers
Not Autumn to the farmer
So dear can be as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer!
Wow, that's so beautiful
Wait what, is this, what is this?
It's a poem by Robert Burns played by Dick Gaughan