Explore "Song Composed in August" by Robert Burns on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Tune-"I had a horse, I had nae mair."
Now westlin winds and slaught'ring 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 at night, / To muse upon my charmer.