Chords for Jim Malcolm - Westlin Winds

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westland [F] winds and the slaughtering [C] guns _ [Bb] bring [C] autumn's pleasant _ [F] weather.
_ _ _ The moot cock springs on with its [C] wings _ _ [G] among the blooming _ [F] heather. _ _
Now waving [Bb] green [F] weather the plain delights the weary [C] farmer.
[F] The _ moon shines [C] bright when at old bat [C] night [Bb] to music on [C] my chair [F] head-butt. _ _ _
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The pig-pig [Bb] loose their [C] fruitful fill, _ _ the [G] plover ploughs [C] her [F] mountain.
_ _ _ The woodcock [C]
haunts her mainly _ down, _ [Bb] the [G] sorting hound the fear [F]-hunting. _ _
Through [Bb] lofty groves the [F] cushy throes the powerful man to [C] shun it.
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_ The hazel-bush on hangs a [C] thrush _ _ [G] the spreading from the [F] linden. _ _ _ _ _
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A [F] severe kind of pleasure's fine, _ [Bb] the [G] savage and the [C]
tender.
_ _ _ Some social joy in their leagues combine, _ _ [G] some _ solitary _ [F] wander. _ _
Vines away, the crew all sway, _ _ tyrannic man's [C] dominion.
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_ The sportsman's joy the butler [C] and cry, _ [Bb] the [G] fluff and goady _ [F] pillion. _ _ _ _
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But Peggy [Bb] D the _ [C] evening's clear, _ [Bb] thick [G] flies are skimming [C] swath.
_ [F] _ _ The sky is [F] blue, the _ [C] fiends' youth _ _ [F] all fading green [C] and [F] yellow. _ _
Come let us stray or glide some way to view the charms of [C] nature.
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_ The rustling corn the fruiting [C] fawn _ [G] and every happy _ _ [F] creature. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh [F] gently _ walk and [C] sweetly talk _ [G] till the silent moon shines _ [F] clearly.
_ _ I'll grasp thy waist and [C] fondly press, _ [G] _ swear how I [C] love thee _ [F] deeply. _
Not fennel shards, the budding flowers, not autumn [C] to the farmer.
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So deep [Bb] can be [C] as thou to me, _ _ [F] my [C] fair, my lovely _ [F] child. _ _ _ _ _
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