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.