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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.