Where braving angry Winter's Storms


Where braving angry Winter's storms The lofty Ochels 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 controul, May seize my fleeting breath; But tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death.

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Paul Higgins

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1787 and is read here by Paul Higgins.

Themes for this song

love woman

Selected for 07 December

What is wet and windy, freezing weather when opposed to the reviving warmth of love amongst the Ochil Hills of Clackmananshire?

Donny O'Rourke

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