Poem by Robert Burns

Peggy’s Charms

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 lovely gem surveys,
Astonish’d doubly, marks it beam
  With art’s most polish’d blaze.

Blest be the wild, sequeeter’d shade,
  And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggy’s charms I first survey’d,
  When first I felt their power!
The tyrant death with grim control
  May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
  Must be a stronger death.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Blythe Was She
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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