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.