Chords for Robert Burns Dick Gaughan Now Westlin 'Winds

_ _ [B] _ I often say this is the perfect song, it says everything it is conceivably possible to say
about anything [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] and it does [B] it in five verses _ [E] and _ _ _ _ _ _ is also coincidentally my favourite song
of all time.
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_ Now [A] whistling [E] winds _ and _ [B] _ slothering guns [E] _
[A] bring _ autumns [B] pleasant [E] weather.
_ _ The moor cock [A] _
springs, [E] _ _ _ [B] _ haunting wings _ [E] among [A] the _ [E]
[B] blooming _ _ [E] heather. _ _ _
_ Now meaning green, _ [A] _
wild toward the plain _ _ [E] delights the _ _ [B] weedy farmer.
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[A] The moon shines bright [E] as I [B]
rove at [E] night, _ [A] to please upon _ [B] my _ _ [E] charmer. _
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ The partridge [A] _ laughs, [E] the fruit fell in the _ fells.
_ [A] The clover _ _ [Bm] loves the [E] _ mountains. _
_ _ The _ [A] woodcock [E] haunts the lonely _ [B] _ _ [E] dells.
_ [A] The soaring hen, _ [E] the _ _ _ _ fountains. _
Through lofts, _ _ _ [A] groves, the cushy groves, [E] the path of man, the [B] _ shunnet,
_ [E] the [A]
hazel [E] bush _ _ _ _ [B] overhangs the _ [E] thrush.
[A] The spread and formed, _
[Bm] _ [E] the limb. _ _ _ _
_ Thus [A] every [E] kind _ their pleasure _ [B] finds, _ [E] _
[A] the savage _ [Bm] and the [E] tender.
_ _ _ Some _ [A] social join _ [E] _ and [B] _
leaps [E] combine, _ [A] some _ _
[B] solitary _ [E] wonder. _ _ _
A _ vulture, a _ _
[A] wave, a _ crissweave, [E] that _ enacts [B] _ dominion.
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The [A] _ sportsman's joy, [E] _
[B] the murdering cry, [E] _ _ _ [A] _
the fluttering [Bm] gory [E] _ pinion.
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_ But, [A] Peggy dear, [E] the _ _ [B] evening's clear.
_ [E] Swift [A] flies, _ [Bm] the skimming _ [E]
swallow.
_ _ The sky [A]
[E] is blue, _ _ [B] the fields in [E] view, _ all [A] fair and green [Bm] and yellow.
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_ _ Come, let us string [A] our glands away [E] and view the _ charms of [B] _ nature. _
[E] _ [A] The rustling corn, the _
_ [B] frittered thorn.
_ [E] And [A] _
_ _ every [Bm] happy _ [E] creature _ will _ _ _ [A] gently walk _ [E] _ and _ [B] _
sweetly talk, [E] till [A] the silent moon [B] shine _ [E] clearly. _ _ _
I'll grasp [A] thine waist _ [E] _
and [B] _ _ fondly [E] dress, [A] swear how I [B] love thee [E] _
_ dearly.
_ _ _ Not vernal _ sham, [A] verse of wooden flowers, _ [E] not autumn to [B]
the farmer.
_ [E] So [A] dear can [E] be, as done [B] to me, _ [E] my [A] fair, _ _ [Bm] my lovely [E] _ _ charmer.
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