braving angry winter's storms

    tune—“neil gow's lament for abercairny.”

    where, braving angry winter's storms,

    the lofty ochils rise,

    far in their shade my peggy's charms

    first blest my wondering eyes;

    as one who by some savage stream

    a lonely gem surveys,

    astonish'd, doubly marks it beam

    with art's most polish'd blaze.

    blest be the wild, sequester'd shade,

    and blest the day and hour,

    where peggy's charms i first survey'd,

    when first i felt their pow'r!

    the tyrant death, with grim control,

    may seize my fleeting breath;

    but tearing peggy from my soul

    must be a stronger death.