braving angry winters storms（1/1）

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.