Now Westlin Winds (Song Composed in August)
[ Roud 6936 ; Robert Burns]
Len Graham sang Western Winds, an Irish version of Robert Burns' song Now Westlin Winds, or Song Composed in August, on his 1977 Topic album Wind and Water: Traditional Songs, Ballads and Lilts. He commented in his liner notes:
Robert Burns the Scottish poet was and is very popular in Ulster. We find several of his songs in the repertoires of traditional singers—Go Fetch to Me a Pint o' Wine with the late Sandy McConnell, Co. Fermanagh, Highland Mary with his son Cathal, also Sarah Makem, Co. Armagh, Willie McPeake, Co. Derry and many others. I was delighted to come up with a version of Burns' Now Westlin Winds in Co. Antrim from Tommy Kelly, Newtown Crommelin.
This song has the ‘twin sports’ of guns and girls and Seán Ó Baoill in his book The Irish Song Tradition (Gilbert Dalton 1976) says with regard to this category of song—“The twin arts of hunting and love-making go together in the mind of the country poet.” I would say from the tone of this song and also Burns' reputation, that the latter was closer to his heart!
Dick Gaughan sang Robert Burns' song Now Westlin Winds, in 1981 on his Topic LP Handful of Earth. This YouTube video shows him in a 1983 BBC Spectrum documentary:
Beggar's Velvet sang Westlin Winds in 1990 on their album Lady of Autumn.
Ray Fisher (with Martin Carthy playing guitar) recorded Now Westlin Winds during the sessions for her album Traditional Songs of Scotland (1991). It wasn't used for this album though, but was included in the same year on the Hokey Pokey charity album All Through the Year: A Calendar in Music & Song.
Ian Bruce sang Now Westlin Winds and Slaught'ring Guns in 1996 on volume 2 of the Linn Records anthology, The Complete Songs of Robert Burns.
Damien Barber and Mike Wilson learned Now Westlin Winds from Dick Gaughan's album and recorded it in 2009 for their CD of cover songs, Under the Influence.
Erica Smith sang Now Westlin Winds in 2001 on her eponymous first CD, Erica Smith.
Jon Boden sang Now Westling Winds as the August 1, 2010 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day. He noted in the blog:
Ian Giles, singer from Magpie Lane and stalwart of the Oxford folk scene for many years, introduced me to this song and his is, for my money, the alpha version, particularly at 2am in the Half Moon. Happy days.
Karine Polwart, accompanied by Kim Edgar on piano, sang Now Westlin Winds in 2011 on her DVD Here's Where Tomorrow Starts. And this video shows Karine Polwart and Kirsty Grace, again accompanied by Kim Edgar, singing this song at the Royal Opening of Scottish Parliament on July 1, 2011 (starting at 20:00 minutes in the video):
Rosie Hodgson sang Westlin Winds on her 2016 CD Rise Aurora. She noted:
This is one of my all-time favourite songs, because it describes perfectly all the things I love about where I live. I learnt it from my well-worn copy of Lady of Autumn by Beggar's Velvet.
Dick Gaughan sings Now Westlin Winds
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 as 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
See also the Mudcat Café thread Lyr Req: Westerly Winds/Now Westlin Winds (Burns).