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Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms (
Robert Burns)
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 its beam With art's most polish'd blaze.
Blest be the wild, sequester'd glade, 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 prim control May seize my fleeting breath,
But tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death.tune: Neil Gow's lament for Abercairny (182)filename
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