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.