O WERT thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the angry airt,
Id shelter thee, Id shelter thee;
Or did Misfortunes bitter storms
Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
Thy bield should be my bosom,
To share it a, to share it a.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,
The desert were a Paradise,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there;
Or were I Monarch o the globe,
Wi thee to reign, wi thee to reign,
The brightest jewel in my Crown
Wad be my Queen, wad be my Queen.
