bravg angry ter&039;s stors

tune—“neil gow&039;s nt for abercairny”

where, bravg angry ter&039;s stors,

the lofty ochils rise,

far their shade y peggy&039;s chars

first blest y wonderg eyes;

as one who by sava strea

a lonely surveys,

astonish&039;d, doubly arks it bea

with art&039;s ost polish&039;d bze

blest be the wild, seester&039;d shade,

and blest the day and hour,

where peggy&039;s chars i first survey&039;d,

when first i felt their pow&039;r!

the tyrant death, with gri ntrol,

ay seize y fleetg breath;

but tearg peggy fro y ul

t be a stronr death