Alan has been one of my favourite singers for many years now - certainly from first hearing him at the Ram Club in Claygate in the early 1990s where he was a part of the Caledonian Chorus (so called) - great singer, lovely chap ... and this has always been one of my favourite songs of his.
Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns Bring autumn's pleasant weather The moorcock springs on whirring wings Among the blooming heather Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer And the moon shines bright when I rove at night To muse upon my charmer The partridge loves the fruitful fells The plover loves the mountain The woodcock haunts the lonely dells The soaring hern the fountain 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 murdering cry The fluttering, gory pinion But Peggy dear the evening's clear Thick 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 Till the silent moon shines clearly I'll grasp thy waist and, fondly pressed, 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
Wish I could "like" every time I listen. Love it
Wow, really felt that.
Thank you.❤
What a jewel! Thanks a million to the singer and to this channel for sharing this living treasure.
Alan has been one of my favourite singers for many years now - certainly from first hearing him at the Ram Club in Claygate in the early 1990s where he was a part of the Caledonian Chorus (so called) - great singer, lovely chap ... and this has always been one of my favourite songs of his.
The words mean even more when Alan sings them. Utterly lovely!
Superb, Alan! I've never heard it better.
Marvelously rendered. Wow. Thank you.
Amazing channel, just subscribed. Ciao and slán!
Glorious!
Susie Kelly has just put me on to this. Well done, a great rendition and a beautiful voice.
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Stunning. Thanks.
How lovely to come across this video. You are looking well Alan. Great to hear your voice again.
This I like very much Good Sir!.....As an Acapella Rendition of Rab Burns', this is peerless......
1st Class, good man!
Congratulations dear baritone ! Your rendition a capella (very difficult, indeed) of this Burns' masterpiece is gorgeous. Thanks from a french lassie.
Majestic rendition of a crack in' song
Wonderful.... :-)
Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
And the moon shines bright when I rove at night
To muse upon my charmer
The partridge loves the fruitful fells
The plover loves the mountain
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells
The soaring hern the fountain
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 murdering cry
The fluttering, gory pinion
But Peggy dear the evening's clear
Thick 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
Till the silent moon shines clearly
I'll grasp thy waist and, fondly pressed,
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
Thank you